“My enduring feeling about René Lévesque is that if he had chosen to hang me, even as he tightened the rope round my neck, he would have complained about how humiliating it was for him to spring the trapdoor. And then, once I was swinging in the wind, he would blame my ghost for having obliged him to murder, thereby imposing a guilt trip on a sweet, self-effacing, downtrodden Francophone.” IfsSelfFeelingsSweetWindSpringMurderBlameGuiltEndureRoundsGhostChosenNecksRopeObligedImposingHumiliatingDowntroddenGuilt Trip Author:Mordecai Richler
“Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.” FormNatureSweetShapesMurder Author:William Wordsworth
“Everyone things children are sweet as Necco Wafers, but I've lived long enough to know the truth: kids are rotten. The only difference between grown-ups and kids is that grown-ups go to jail for murder. Kids get away with it.” KnowsChildrenLongEnoughKidsDifferencesSweetMurderGet AwayJailRotten Author:Jennifer L. Holm
“Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing one of her awful sad songs; the lyrics drifted in through the door: "Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air, I heard a maid making her moan; Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John? Or saw ye the lad that I love best, And his name it is Sweet William?" I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that.” MaySaidStillsMotherSongFatherNamesWhiteSawsDoorsHeardAirFrontsSweetBrotherSingingFairsMurderRosePreparedAwfulEveningStaringSatMy BrotherKitchenSilverBowlsFloatingMaidsLadGazingSad SongWhite Rose Book:Clockwork Prince Source: Clockwork Prince