Clarence Darrow Quotes

I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.

Everybody is a potential murderer. I've never killed anyone, but I frequently get satisfaction reading the obituary notices.

He would make a lovely corpse.

I have never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.

All men have an emotion to kill; when they strongly dislike someone they involuntarily wish he was dead. I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.

I want to hit him, step away and watch him hurt. I want his heart.

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max

There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won't hail the occasion with delight.

There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of one's fellow man.

He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.

No, that's because there are more interesting things to do." Her grandmother looked at her sharply. "Like cutting into dead bodies" Carmeryn swallowed back her irration. "Yeah-the live one kick too much.

People love to see people fall.

I scrolled on down to the obituaries. I usually read the obituaries first as there is always the happy chance that one of them will make my day.

What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.

There is no man so fortunate that there shall not be by him when he is dying some who are pleased with what is going to happen.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.

He said that man’s heart was the only bad heart in the animal kingdom; that man was the only animal capable of feeling malice, envy, vindictiveness, revengefulness, hatred, selfishness, the only animal that loves drunkenness, almost the only animal that could endure personal uncleanliness and a filthy habitation, the sole animal in whom was fully developed the base instinct called patriotism, the sole animal that robs, persecutes, oppresses and kills members of his own tribe, the sole animal that steals and enslaves the members of any tribe.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.