“I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.”
“I'd rather cut my throat," she said.An intriguing thought. But I can do it so much more enjoyably.”
“A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential? ”
“The thought makes me reach back for my knife, my sharp, throat-cutting security blanket, as I look around.”
“I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.He called it his second smile.”
“And that's why, gentleman, if your little girl doesn't come up to scratch, it will be our painful duty to cut all your throats. Merely in a way of business, as you might say, and no offense, I hope.”