“I'd rather cut my throat," she said.An intriguing thought. But I can do it so much more enjoyably.”

“What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself."First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.”

“I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.”

“If I'd thought she was uninterested, I never would have worried so much - the prospect of screwing something up is much more daunting than that of screwing nothing up. I definitely thought there was something there, and so there was something to lose, you see.”

“The thought makes me reach back for my knife, my sharp, throat-cutting security blanket, as I look around.”

“Anna: “I thought Indians built fires with fiction.”Charles: “I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster.”