Kill Your Darlings Quotes Novels & Stories

“Did any of them say ‘I’m glad I’m dead because death is better than slavery’? Did any of them say ‘I died for decency and it’s better than being alive’? Did any of them say ‘I’ve been rotting for two years in the earth in silence and darkness, but see how lovely it is to die for your native land’?” - Johnny Got His Gun * * * *

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.

“I guess this world is still lucky enough that it was you who survived. If any other else did, I'm pretty sure there were still many vampires lurking around each part of the globe.” “You're making me so full.” “Not really,” Jarvy swallowed a chuckle. “I... have a question, if you don't mind.” “Go on.” “If you… hate living that life, why don't you just…” “Kill myself, step on the sun, strike my chest with a silver blade, blow my head off, or burn my flammable body?” “That's overdramatic,” Jarvy winced, “but great suggestions on how to kill you soon. So, yes, that's it.”

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

"When I die, you don't have to visit the grave often. Because who you hug later is just a mound of dirt, and what you tell me I can't possibly hear. Just once a year, and later. And now, tell me anything, whatever, while I'm still here, with you." - Zarry Hendrik ***

Lyall says, stepping forward. I glance down at the crimson pooling at my feet. “No. He didn’t deserve the pleasure” I reply. We turn and walk out, leaving the corpse to rot behind us. Let them come. Let them all come. I am the madman they whisper about in the dark. And I just made damn sure they never forget it.

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

“Sigh. Well, if death isn’t what you’re scared of, then I guess I won’t kill you. Death is only a satisfactory threat for cowards, because they at least die many times before their death.” Saul had almost no inkling what Javier meant. “F*ck my life. I just had to be captured by some jobless Shakespeare major. Just kill me or torture me or whatever, I beg of thee! Don’t make me go to sleep so soon after your recital!” Saul moaned. “Though if you really wanna perform, try moaning and squealing and screaming like b*tches when they’re horny and getting f*cked by my rock-hard d*ck. I sure love me the chorus of women orgasming—now that’s f*cking poetry! Haha, ‘f*cking’ poetry, get it?!”

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

“He did.” “Yes, but how dare I look like he has?” She finally did smile darkly, purple scar shining in the sunset. “You should write that letter.” He sat stiffly, cross-legged on the floor with an encouraging smile. “Write it, and every time you have something you want to say to him write that, too, until one day you have nothing else to say.” “And send it?” “Throw it out.” He shook his head, shrugging. She took a careful sip from the tea. “Don’t even give it the dignity of a funeral by burning it. Let it decompose in landfill with rotten trash.”