[S]he was in a pretty crazy place, screaming and waving the bucket-knife around, spattered with blood from head to toe. Lee was lying on the floor, quietly pumping out his life through his throat.

Your soul is drenched black with the blood of your victims, my dear, and that is why you can't see it. When you die, that heavy blood filled essence will sink to the bottom of the earth where you will burn in eternity for your crimes.

Cannibals are the only murders that have any explanation.

There are only about 20 murders a year in London and not all are serious-some are just husbands killing their wives.

[The prosecutor] calls it a crime, a murder, a killing, ... I call it a medical service. Youk came to me and said, 'Please help me.' The aim was a final solution to incurable agony.

Harry looked at him and you could see the murder come in his face. ... Harry didn't say anything, but you could see the killing go out of his face and his eyes came open natural again.