Janet Fitch Quotes

Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.

That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.

I love love. I love having a lover and being one. The insularity of passion. I love it. I love the way it blurs the distinction between everyone who isn't one's lover.

Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.

Love isn't quite desire... Love is probably a little bit in The Sandman's domain. Love is partly a dream, it's partly to do with desire, and sometimes it's partly to do with death, as well. It's also very often something to do with delirium.

Extremism means borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death.

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

If a shameless woman expects to be defiled and then dies of her fierce love because you do not consent, will chastity also be homicide?

I saw his face change. His eyes widen. He lunged at me. I wouldn't let go. We stared into eachother's eyes and clawed at eachother's throats. As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...Lena

Some call me a gangster of love

When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn? To the murder column.

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes, he is.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon