Psychopathic Quotes Novels & Stories

His voice cracked, but the madness in it was undeniable. “I AM CALLOWAY! DO YOU HEAR ME? I BUILT EMPIRES WHILE YOU WERE STILL CRAWLING AT YOUR MOTHER’S FEET! PEOPLE LIKE ME DON’T ROT IN CELLS. WE OWN THE PEOPLE WHO BUILD THEM!” His words still echoed down the corridor, wild, unrestrained, it sounded like it came from the throat of a mad man. “I’M UNTOUCHABLE! DO YOU HEAR ME? UNTOUCHABLE!” The veins in his neck bulged, his face red and slick with sweat as he smashed himself against the bars like a man possessed.

“I think you’re a psychopath.” He smirks, presses the barrel harder. “I prefer the term sociopath,” he drawls. He pulls the trigger. Click.

"Sometimes I would like to know what it takes for a person to become that. Because an ordinary human would not do what he did, not with so much pleasure.” "I think a great pain," said Dante, laughing at his own way of speaking. "I don't know, little bourgeois. I think doctors and police officers will have great problems tracing a profile of your brother's psychopathy. At least you're not that cold.” "A little, but not at this point.” "That's enough.”

I scoffed and walked outside, acting like rotten bitch. "What the fuck is it that you want?" I asked him directly. When he shook his head. "Nothing. I want nothing from you. I just want yo piss of Kashton. Its the most awarding thing I feel. I love it! When I make him go crazy and when he feels anxious and want to break all the things in his room. I feel rewarded." He acted like a psychopath and then walked on his corridor. Should I follow?

A brow arched while he spoke, “I get to watch you scream as the fire consumes you whole; it would be more than a movie to me.” This psychopath said those words in my face like it was nothing. Like he wasn't breaking down the process of my death. And I guess? I believe he could do as he had spoken; he had once promised me death, and he had fulfilled it. This would just be like a second round for him, only this time, he's to end me for eternity.

I seriously can't wrap my head around the reasons for his psychopathic behaviours. "Because you're my wife." He answers with a shrug. "Isn't it that obvious?" "We never got married. That was a fake certificate." "So why didn't the court determine otherwise, hmm?" He jumps on the bed beside me, and continue pinning me down. "You see even during the time of John the Baptist, the kingdom of God suffereth violence, and only the violent taketh it by force." There's a mocking glint in his face. Why is he quoting scripture? He sounds more like a threat than a blessing.

And I couldn't afford to waste what my little strengthI had left fighting, just to die here. I should have thought of a better plan rather than taking that pill. “Stop thinking about your mistakes and find a way to get out of this. Don't take this as just words of ego. You would be going through a lot hell than you have actually going through a lot hell…..” “Oh. Come on. You are taking the fun out of the psychopath. Your rambling was being taking away the fear your presence had instill into my head," I complained, with a sigh escaping from my lips.

“Why do you fight it so much?” “Because you are a fucking psychopath!”

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”

That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow. I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath. People like him don't understand human emotions. I don't even think he knows what the word remorse means.