If you still want to kill him, do me a favor and take him outside. Those are new sheets.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You shoulda shot that fella a long time ago. Now he's too rich to kill.
Now I am within thirty yards of him. He must fall. The gun pours out its stream of lead. Then it jams. Then it reopens fire. That jam almost saved his life.
I sort of feel sorry for the next man who gets me. I may just kill him with passion. He'd better be strong and have a good heart!
One of my friends went on a murder weekend... now he is doing life for it.
The scene is dull. Tell him to put more life into his dying.
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
Somebody hits me, I'm going to hit him back. Even if it does look like he hasn't eaten in a while.
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again.
Either he's dead or my watch has stopped.
I think I'll take a bath in his blood.