The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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Thomas Harris
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.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Until fear. I...
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Dan Wells
Yes, there are plenty of politicians who are liars, there is no doubt about this! But some of them are not only liars but also serial killers because they deliberately send people to the wars!
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Mehmet Murat Ildan
He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
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Thomas Harris
More Quotes By Caroline Mitchell
Soon he would be able to touch her, to feel the warmth of her blood. When the time came, nothing would stop him.
Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for.
The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
I knew we were not alone, but there was something in the air, something good and pure that reassured me. It’s a beautiful energy, and has been with me ever since.
