Quotations About / On:
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
(William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Fainall, in The Way of the World, act 1, sc. 1 (1700).)
Murder is catching.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 35, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970).)
Better for man to toil for his family than stray on lanes that murder them under fake names whose greed is salient.
(One should be aware of persons whose motives are disguised.)
You will never get rid of racism, just like you will never get rid of murder rape and theft
Patriotism is legalized government murder, only sly agendas differ, allies today enemies tomorrow, unseen hands roll the dice.
(Terence George Craddock April 12 2015)
Charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets at the Indy 500.
(John Milius, U.S. screenwriter, Francis Ford Coppola (b. 1939), and Michael Herr. Captain Willard (Martin Sheen), Apocalypse Now (1979).)
Shocking writing is like murder: the questions the jury must decide are the questions of motive and intent.
(E.B. (Elwyn Brooks) White (1899-1985), U.S. author, editor. Interview in Writers at Work, Eighth Series (1988).)
A joke, even if it be a lame one, is nowhere so keenly relished or quickly applauded as in a murder trial.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author, and Charles Dudley Warner (1829-1900), U.S. author, editor. The Gilded Age, ch. 54 (1873).)
My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.
(Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864), U.S. author. "The Custom-House," introduction, The Scarlet Letter (1850).
Hawthorne was here relating the loss of his job as a customs surveyor in Salem, Massachusetts, as a result of political maneuvering; the blow was mitigated by his "previous weariness of office, and vague thoughts of resignation.")
There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that's something no police in the world can spot.
(Max Frisch (1911-1991), Swiss author, critic. Originally published as Stiller, Suhrkamp (1954). Stiller, in I'm Not Stiller, second notebook, p. 111, trans. by Michael Bullock, Vintage (1958).)