we are all murderers and prostitutes – no matter to what culture, society, class, nation one belongs, no matter how normal, moral, or mature, one takes oneself to be.

We kill at every step, not only in wars, riots and executions.
We kill when we close our eyes to poverty, suffering and shame.In the same way all disrespect for life, all hard-heartedness,all indifference, all contempt is nothing else than killing.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

The killers are the people who are ruining the world to line their pockets, poisoning us, burying us under garbage!

Aren't we all? In someone's eyes. We're all villains in someone's eyes.

Everyone is a potential murderer-in everyone there arises from time to time the wish to kill-though not the will to kill.

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief.

We’ve all got to go through enough to kill us.

Killers among your kind, among my kind, are just that — the savagery of beasts mated with intelligence, or what passes for intelligence. They dwell in a murky world, sir, confuse and fearful, stained dark with envy and malice. And in the end, they die as they lived. Frightened and alone, with every memory of power revealed as illusion, as farce.

Sharks are the criminals of the sea. Dolphins are the outlaws.

Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians.

We are all savages

All of our targets were criminals, they were all operating in violation of international whaling laws.