Kill a man and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

If the desire to kill and the opportunity to kill came always together, who would escape hanging?

As a test of the closeness of your relationship with the world, sex could never be a patch on being murdered. (That's when someone really does risk his life for you.)

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

A person is more likely to be hit or killed in his or her own home by another family member than anywhere else or by anyone else.

Murder is unique in that it abolishes the party it injures, so that society has to take the place of the victim and on his behalf demand atonement or grant forgiveness; it is the one crime in which society has a direct interest.

Death by drink driving is the only socially acceptable form of homicide.

For some strange reason murder has always seemed more respectable than fornication. Few people are shocked when they hear God described as the God of Battles; but what an outcry there would be if anyone spoke of him as the God of Brothels.