I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children.

I am going to crucify her. I'm going to destroy her life. You have no idea.

Open your heart. Tear it apart.

I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.

I will go directly to her home, ring the bell, and walk in. Here I am, take me-or stab me to death. Stab the heart, stab the brains, stab the lungs, the kidneys, the viscera, the eyes, the ears. If only one organ be left alive you are doomed-doomed to be mine, forever, in this world and the next and all the worlds to come. I'm a desperado of love, a scalper, a slayer. I'm insatiable. I eat hair, dirty wax, dry blood clots, anything and everything you call yours. Show me your father, with his kites, his race horses, his free passes for the opera: I will eat them all, swallow them alive. Where is the chair you sit in, where is your favorite comb, your toothbrush, your nail file? Trot them out that I may devour them at one gulp. You have a sister more beautiful than yourself, you say. Show her to me-I want to lick the flesh from her bones.

Everytime I read 'Pride and Prejudice' I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shin-bone.

I hate myself so much I want to stick a knife in my heart.

And as for that low, velvety voice of hers, if she asked me to murder my best friend I should have to do it on the spot.

I want her <nowiki>[</nowiki>Margaret Thatcher<nowiki>]</nowiki> isolated; I want her destroyed.

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

What has the Church done to thee, that thou shouldst wish to decapitate her? Thou wouldst take away her Head, and believe in the Head alone, despising the body. Vain is thy service, and false thy devotion to the Head. For to sever it from the body is an injury to both Head and body.

There are times when I just want to walk through a room, grab that girl, slap her hard and make her cry. Push her down and fuck her mind over twice as hard as her body. Sometimes, I want to be that girl.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.