“What I’d like to get in the clear is this. Everything you just told us might be strictly the truth, and yet you might not be telling us the truth. If you get what I mean.” (R. Chandler, The High Window)

“He had no conception whatever of the term ‘guilt’. He just obeyed his power, the impulses. He didn’t know how to frame these impulses in language at all but just automatically marched when the impulses said to do it, and it was this improbability that turned him into a wild card hidden in the social pack that of course made him so vastly dangerous” (D. Raymond, I Was Dora Suarez)

“On a similar note I must confess to you, I’m giving very serious thought… to eating your wife.” (R. Scott, Hannibal)

“Nobody looked at him. He passed on unsuspected and deadly, like a pest in the street full of men.” (J. Conrad, The Secret Agent)

“I’ll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I’ll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I’ve done to him.” (F. Miller, Sin City Vol.1 – The Hard Goodbye)

“Ah! Madame, I reserve the explanations for the last chapter.” (A. Christie, Evil Under the Sun)