Serial Killer Quotes

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

“God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

“Life is merely a series of moments and is in fact an unflinching serial killer, since it kills steadily each moment one after the other. Memory is the only survivor. (“Just for a moment”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“But you have to understand, mental illness is like cholesterol. There is is good kind and the bad. Without the good kind- less flavor to life. Van Gogh, Beethoven, Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath, Pink Floyd (the early Piper at the Gates of Dawn line up), scientific breakthroughs, spiritual revolution, utopian visions, zany nationalism that kills millions- wait, that’s the bad kind. Tim Dorsey (Hurricane Punch)”
― Tim Dorsey, Hurricane Punch

“She stared at me "You have a message," she said. "On you machine."
I looked over at my answering machine. Sure enough, the light was blinking. The woman really was a detective.
"It's some girl," La Guerta said. "She sounds kind of sleepy and happy. You got a girlfriend, Dexter?" there was a strange hint of a challenge in her voice.
"You know how it is," I said. "Women today are so forward, and when you are as handsome as I am they absolutely fling themselves at your head." Perhaps an unfortunate choice of words; as I said it I couldn't help thinking of the woman's head flung at me not so long ago.
"Watch out," La Guerta said. "Sooner or later one of them will stick." I had no idea what she thought that meant, but it was a very unsettling image.
"I'm sure you're right," I said. "Until then, carpe diem."
"What?"
"It's Latin," I said. "It means, complain in the daylight.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

“Shower while there were two dead bodies in the bathtub, and he was sane. He drilled holes in the heads of living people to make them his unresisting companions, and he was sane. He ate a bicep which he fried in a skillet, tenderised and sprinkled with sauce, and he was sane. For hours he lay with corpses, hugging them, cherishing them, and he was sane. He kept eleven assorted heads and skulls, and two complete skeletons, for eventual use in a home-made temple, and he was sane.”
― Brian Masters, The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer

“Rory: "People are being serious."

Jazza: "There's a serial killer out there. Of course people are being serious."

Rory: "Yeah, but what are the chances?"

Jazza: "I bet all of the victims thought that."

Rory: "But still, what are the chances?"

Jazza: "Well, I imagine they are several million to one."

Jerome: "Not that high. You're only dealing with a small part of London. And while there might be a million or more people in that area, the Ripper is probably focusing on women, because all of the original victims were women. So halve that--"

Jazza: "You really need another hobby.”
― Maureen Johnson, The Name of the Star

“For the writer, the serial killer is, abstractly, an analogue of the imagination's caprices and amorality; the sense that, no matter the dictates and even the wishes of the conscious social self, the life or will or purpose of the imagination is incomprehensible, unpredictable.”
― Joyce Carol Oates

“He should have recognized that what really fascinated him was the hunt, the adventure of searching out his victims. And, to a degree, possessing them physically, as one would possess a potted plant, a painting or a Porsche. Owning, as it were, this individual.”
― Ted Bundy

“Born from different parents, they were siblings in death, destroyed by the same hand.”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

“SWAT? For me?" Still trembling, one hand clung to the ambulance gurney, the other held a massive sterilised cotton wool wad under my nose.
"Tactical Support was busy. You got Dennis and Arlo," said Harry, speed-reading the papers he'd snatched from inside my jacket.
Closest his hands had been to my chest in a long time.
"Which one broke my nose?"
"That'd be Dennis.”
― Morana Blue, Gatsby's Smile

“It doesn't escape him that the rock holding it up is the perfect fit for his fist. Or how easily one of those needle spokes would slide right through the girl's eye like Jell-O.”
― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

“This was it. This was what I had never felt before--an emotional connection to another human being. I'd tried kindness, I'd tried love, I'd tried friendship. I'd tried talking and sharing and watching, and nothing had ever worked until now. Until fear. I felt her fear in every inch of my body like an electric hum, and I was alive for the first time. I needed more right then or the craving would eat me alive.”
― Dan Wells, I Am Not a Serial Killer

“She was sitting at the kitchen table, naked. She had a chopper in her right hand. Her left hand was flat on the able in front of her. She’d chopped off her thumb, index and middle fingers. They were in a neat row on the table, which was thick with dark blood.”
― Barry Graham, Of Darkness and Light

“I don't laugh very much," he said, realizing the truth of the statement as he made it, this sudden bit of knowledge disturbing him.”
― Robert Cormier, Tenderness

“A predator after her own heart.”
― Rebecca Rowland, White Trash and Recycled Nightmares

“That’s lust. She wants me to suckle those perky tits. I just fucking know it.

“That’s lust. She wants me to suckle those perky tits. I just fucking know it.”

— Ace, Chapter 2, Erotomaniac: (Book 1) The Filthy Kings Trilogy”
― Eve Devearoux, Erotomaniac: (Book 1) The Filthy Kings Trilogy

“He knew how to dispatch his own bull, on his own terms; he could avoid danger once enough punishment had been inflicted.”
― Rachael Adam, Sangre De Toro

“Jericho kissed him again. “Good. ‘Cause I have no problems killing to protect what’s mine. I’m sure you know that by now.”

Atticus slipped his thigh between Jericho’s, snuggling closer to tuck his head against his chest. “I know. I don’t like killing, but I’d kill for you, too.”

Jericho’s stomach fluttered. “I know, Freckles. I know.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“I just…like the way he smells. I look at him and I find myself wondering what his skin tastes like.”

“Oof. Easy, Dahmer,” Adam said. “Maybe don’t start with that.”

“Don’t start with anything. He thinks you kill people,” Atticus said, practically apoplectic at that point.

“He does kill people?” Adam reminded.”
― Onley James, Psycho

“He already knew Lucas’s deep, dark secret and hadn’t run screaming in the other direction.

Because he’s a murderer.

Nobody’s perfect, right?”
― Onley James, Psycho

“Why would you do a drug when you didn't even know what it was?"

Noah shrugged. "What are you, the morality police? You kill people, like, as a hobby.”
― Onley James, Unhinged

“That would have been, like, three kills each,” Atticus chimed in.

“Two for one of us,” August corrected.

“I hate math,” Aiden muttered.

“And twenty separate crime scenes to clean up,” Noah reminded them.

“I’m just saying, killing three guys in one night would have been cool,” Avi pouted.

“But, instead, you get to kill twenty guys during the day, with your brothers, as a family,” August said.

“Other families just have barbeques,” Archer said, tone dripping with sarcasm.”
― Onley James, Unhinged

“Tragedy is a constant rather than the exception”
― Rebecca McKanna, Don't Forget the Girl

“The Dark Cloud
Is a guitar riff that presents a vicious business plan
Is a group of losers who thinks that they can avoid a ban
Is an advisory board that believes that they have the right to destroy
Is a serial killer that raped, killed, destroyed entire families, and stole joy”
― Aida Mandic, The Dark Cloud

“I ordered one more and the bartender made a deal with me. He'd only splash whiskey on my ice if I gave him my car keys. That sounded like a good deal to me and I took it.

"Death is my beat"

"Technically, I don't work for you. My paper has rules about reporters misrepresenting themselves."
Schifino reached into his pocket and pulled out his cash. He handed a dollar across the desk to me. I reached across the murder scene photos to take it.
"There," he said. "I just paid you a dollar. You work for me."

I thought he was guilty as sin. It was the only way I could live with losing the case.

Abasiophilia.
Paraphilia.
Single-Bullet Theory: "I mean like the love of your life. Everybody's got one person out there. One bullet. And if you're lucky in life, you get to meet that person. And once you do, once you're shot through the heart, then there's nobody else. No matter what happens--death, divorce, infidelity, whatever--nobody else can ever come close. That's the single-bullet theory."

Unrelenting pain. He waited for someone to stop it. To save him from it. But no one came. No one heard him.
He waited in darkness.”
― Michael Connelly, The Scarecrow

“Hold onto your ankles. Keep yourself in place.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I shut that down right away. “Do I need to remind you that you have two very sharp knives right beside your head? Want to feel one against your throat instead?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Hmm. Is this Bogdan's downside? He's a serial murderer? That would be tough to overlook. Not impossible though, given those shoulders.”
― Richard Osman, The Bullet That Missed

“Always make people feel like they're the ones in control. It will make it all the more tempting when they realize, they're not.”
― Alexis Grace, Killer of Mine