I think we ought to let him hang there, let him twist slowly, slowly in the wind.

Quote by John Ehrlichman

Topics: Killing Quotes

I for one believe that not enough has been made of the tragedy of the...

I for one believe that not enough has been made of the tragedy of the...

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight,...

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight,...

I wanna talk to the black men in here, you know what I mean? Black...

I wanna talk to the black men in here, you know what I mean? Black...

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.

I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.

I want to see you shoot the way you shout

I want to see you shoot the way you shout

One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror;...

One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror;...

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his...

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his...

This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness.

This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness.

If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn...

If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn...

Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because...

Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because...

You should have died when I killed you.

You should have died when I killed you.

Guns are neat little things, aren't they? They can kill extraordinary people with very little...

Guns are neat little things, aren't they? They can kill extraordinary people with very little...

A group of white South Africans recently killed a black lawyer because he was black....

A group of white South Africans recently killed a black lawyer because he was black....

The physician who killed me, Neither bled, purge or pilled me, Nor counted my pulse...

The physician who killed me, Neither bled, purge or pilled me, Nor counted my pulse...

When I was twelve, I went hunting with my father and we shot a bird....

When I was twelve, I went hunting with my father and we shot a bird....

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?