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“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere.

And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.”
― Ted Bundy

“The forefront is not the arena of winners, stay where you are, wherever you are, when its your time, you'll speed off like a psycopath.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“La razón por la que pudo atraparme es porque ambos somos iguales”
― Thomas Harris, Red Dragon

“Chigurh took a twenty-five cent piece from his pocket and flipped it spinning into the bluish glare of the fluorescent lights overhead. He caught it and slapped it onto
the back of his forearm just above the bloody
wrappings.
Call it, he said.
Call it? Yes. For what?
Just call it.
Well I need to know what it is we're callin here.
How would that change anything?
The man looked at Chigurh's eyes for the first time. Blue as lapis. At once glistening and totally opaque. Like wet stones.
You need to call it, Chigurh said. I cant call it for you. It wouldnt be fair. It wouldnt even be right. Just call it.
I didnt put nothin up.
Yes you did. You've been putting it up your whole life. You just didnt know it. You know what the date is on this coin?
No.
It's nineteen fifty-eight. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And I'm here. And I've got my hand over it. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“Consider bonsai
There but for constricting bowl
Would be a giant.”
― Dianne Bates, The Girl in the Basement

“Fact: Seventy-seven percent of psychopaths in the United States are incarcerated.”
― Kent A. Kiehl, The Psychopath Whisperer: The Science of Those Without Conscience

“This extraordinary tale of madness, leading up to Stephen being sectioned off to the lunatic asylum at Broadmoor, also reveals Stephen’s eventual fight to win his freedom from the asylum, which saw his legal team mount a successful challenge against the ‘criminally insaneâ€� label that was keeping him in Broadmoor. Moyle’s legal team successfully argued that he was either a criminal or insane, he could not be both.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Violence was second nature to the psychopathic and ultra-violent Stephen Moyle, who was already a seasoned street fighter, after having half his face torn off in a street fight with three other men.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Looking as sharp as Sweeney Todd’s razor, Roger struck a formidable figure as he donned his smart clothes and tie. At times, he would often talk of the night of his career when he fought John Conteh. He took the defeat of that match very personally and would often punch out a drunk who scoffed at his midlands accent and his past pride and glory.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Back then I had muscles on my muscles, I was tattooed and tanned, wore the tightest of jeans to accentuate my snakelike waist and the whitest of tight vests to accentuate my muscle packed torso. To top it all off, I had the nicest piece of eye-candy on my arm in the form of a stunning, long-legged, mini skirted blonde.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I was so incensed that I was oblivious to all as I ran over broken glass, holding a five-foot weightlifting bar. The glass tore the soles of my feet as I chased the gang’s car up the street. I remember breathing heavily as I cursed failing to catch my enemies.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I did not recognise the man at the door and, in split-second time, I pointed the barrel of the fearsome looking weapon to the downstairs living room window, blew that out and then levelled it at the bedroom window above, and blew that out. The owner of the property literally shit his pants and slammed the door.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I opened my coat and flashed the gun to Brew, all I had to do was point it and pull the trigger and that would be the end of one of my enemies. I’d probably have to shoot the second as he ran way from me totting the gun.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I pulled the loaded gun out of my coat, most people were the worst for wear with the drink, although I was well known and easily recognised with the big scar down my face. Well, didn’t I go and let both barrels off at the streetlight, it exploded into pieces and the front of the pub went into darkness.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I had chosen a blind spot at the end of the plumbersâ€� shop to make my escape bid. Under my overalls I wore extra jeans, vest, t-shirt and I had a donkey jacket on that I intended to throw over the razor wire. Hopefully the extra clothes would stop the razor wire from cutting me.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“In answer to my prayers, the Devil that was supposed to be me scolded me for the request of a clergyman. The Devil spoke to God Almighty and they agreed that I could have the vicar’s soul to aggravate. I wanted something I hated for my escape, and that would be the vicar that denied my powers of the voices in the sky and denounced me as ‘abomination.â€� I would escape the obstacles and think of my power, the power to communicate with God Almighty and the Devil.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Time since my escape ticked by and the voices came to me. God Almighty and the Devil coaxed me onwards and stated that the edge of the forest was close at hand. The voices told me that they would search for me by air and put screws on the points and docks where there was access to the mainland. The voices also told me that the three prisons on the island would go on lock down until I was caught or wasn’t.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“One quarter of a mile is, in metric terms, about 400 metres. I believe the world record for a man to cover this distance by use of his legs is about forty something seconds. At that time, I would have bet any amount of money that I would have beaten the world record at that distance as I sprinted like a tornado across the open farmer’s fields.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“The Solent was one the worse stretches of sea in England; the current and tides were atrocious, but it was summer and this time the currents and tides were predictable. However, I did not know this; I picked a spot that I could see from the phone, where I would swim from.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“The sea was washing me crosswise and the speed of my strokes pushed me forward, but at a slower pace than the sideways wash. The float that I had tied around my chest was more of a hindrance as it was caught in the tide and floated sideways on the current, it should have been strung out behind me as I swam onwards. This extra effort was making huge demands on my oxygen requirement, I breathed harder and had to avoid intakes of seawater.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I know people have swum the 3.5 mile stretch of the Solent from the Isle of Wight to the mainland for charity, and some just for the hell of it in the Cross Solent Swim, but this was at night, in the dark and without the help of a nearby boat to haul me in to safety. I didn’t have the benefit of tidal maps, accompanied swimming mates in near perfect conditions or the likes. I only my strength of determination and the beckoning lights on the mainland to aim for.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Sometimes a choppy wave would swamp me, and after I rose gasping I would vomit the foul-tasting water, wiping the sea from my eyes and nostrils. Then I regained my posture to do battle, again with the Solent.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I could see the reflection of the moon on the water’s surface, tantalisingly teasing me forward, that was my target â€� swimming towards the moon and freedom. I could smell the brine and sense the power of the mass I was in, it engulfed me, yet I was one with it.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“I could feel my legs folding and unfolding like powerful scissors, pushing against the very power that was trying to hold me back. I had to maintain control of myself, not allow the sea to intimidate me. If this was a binding exercise then the sea and I would be firm friends, but I couldn’t allow it to be my equal. I screamed out aloud, ‘I will not be beaten, you bastard!â€� Then I wondered how many people this sea had claimed as its own, how many were recovered dead and how many survived the hidden brutality?”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Although I was in the cold water and my teeth were chattering, I could feel perspiration running down my forehead as visions of failure swan around in my head. Although I was not the first, I felt that I was the first and would celebrate when I’d accomplished my goal. My focus was on reaching the other side of the Solent.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Although my swimming stroke became powerful, I wrestled with the waves and I considered that if I were on the same path of the ferry then I’d be sucked under by the boat and be drowned. The sea was insistent in the direction I swam, washed onwards and there was not a sight or sound of any boats or shipping.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“In January 1995 three prisoners, two category ‘Aâ€� prisoners and a lifer escaped from Parkhurst Prison on the Isle of Wight. After four days of freedom they were recaptured. My length of freedom far surpassed theirs.”
― Stephen Richards, Psycho Steve

“Neurotic: The one who is so obsessed with himself or herself, that believes everything I post on facebook is a personalized message, and reacts with depression, anger or revenge, towards everything he or she reads. Also the delusional one who thinks by unfriending me or blocking me on facebook such will cause me some sort of personal trauma, as if I wasn't pleased to see my facebook list cleaning itself and by itself without any effort from my side. Neurotics are often offended by the truth or have a horrible phobia for arguments they can't fight against, and truly believe that in a perfect society everyone should have their words filtered by a higher authority before speaking, while assuming that freedom of speech is the freedom to talk or write what others expect to hear or read. They also think that as long as they refer to generalizing words before each sentence, such as "everybody", "people" and "normal", nobody will notice how deeply insane they are.”
― Robin Sacredfire

“You already put so much money into this machine (emotional energy), it has to pay out. You aren’t going to walk away, because what if the next person comes around and pulls the handle and hits the jackpot (the next woman he dates get the engagement ring)? A slot machine that pays out consistently every time you put money into it might get dull, perhaps like a kind, empathic person who is always there for you. It may not be about big jackpots after all, but rather about loving mutual regard, which is in fact the greatest jackpot of all.”
― Ramani Durvasula, Should I Stay or Should I Go?: Surviving a Relationship with a Narcissist

“I could be whatever they wanted me to be. A fun girl, a potential best friend, someone to tell secrets to over midnight snacks. This type of socializing was just me playing little roles for a few moments, but when I need to go all in, I can.”
― Vera Kurian, Never Saw Me Coming