“I had a small but sharp pocken knife with me and I held the child’s head and cut her throat. I heard the blood spurt and drip on the mat beside the bed. It spurted in an arch, right over my hand. The whole thing lasted about three minutes. Then, I left, locked the door again and went back home to Dusseldorf.”
-Peter Kurten.
“I shot one woman who was hiding some ammo in a tree. She didn’t die right off. I tied her up, gagged her, then searched the area. Found the hut with another girl inside of the age about 16. Knocked her out with the butt of the gun and carried her to where the other girl was. There was a lot of rice, ammo and other stuff in the hut. I tied the young girl to a tree, still gagged, tied her legs too. They didn’t say anything to me at all. I had a machete that was very sharp. I cut the girls throat. Then took off her head and placed it on the pole in front of that hut. That girl at the tree peed then fainted. I stripped her then…. First I gave her oral sex. She couldn’t understand what I was doing but her body did! I untied her, then retire her to two other small trees… She fainted several times, I cut her slightly from the neck to the crotch. She screamed and shit herself. I took my M16, pulled on a nipple then put the gun to her forehead and pulled the trigger. Cut off her head and placed it on a pole where they got water.”
-Arthur Shawcross.
“The necessity to be myself passes all moral barriers.”
-Richard Ramirez.
“I would sit there looking at the heads on an overstuffed chair, tripping on them on my bed, looking at then when one of them somehow becomes unsettled, comes rolling down the chair, very grisly. Tumbling down the chair, rolls across the cushion and hits the rug - ‘bonk.’ The neighbour downstairs hates my guts. I’m always making noise late at night. He gets a broom and whacks on the ceiling. ‘Buddy,’ I say, ‘I’m sorry for that, dropped my head, sorry.’ That helped bring me out of the depression. I would trip on that.”
- Edmund Kemper.
“One of my favourite pastimes is to lie down in the middle of the road, as if someone has hit me, and to wait for a car to drive by. I hope that one of the drivers will be drunk enough to run me over, but they always hit the brakes and stop before. It makes them furious when I get up and run away.”
-Edmund Kemper.
“My only objective was to find the best-looking guy that I could. I went to bathhouses. I went to bars, shopping malls.”
-Jeffrey Dahmer.
Speaking in the third person, as he often did when being questioned about his crimes, Ted Bundy described his first murder attempt:
“He was horrified by the recognition that he’d done this, the realisation that he had the capacity to do such a thing… The sobering effect of that was to… for some time close up the cracks again. For the first time, he sat back and swore to himself that he wouldn’t do something like that again… or even, anything that would lead up to it.”
“Ted Bundy was intelligent. He.. he grew up and he found… in his mind… his own pleasures. These were his pleasures. A man’s own pleasures are his own business, I think. He liked to do what he did, which was kidnap women, have sex with them, torture them, and kill them and whatever else. On the outside, to whomever he met on the street he seemed like a very normal man, one you would never suspect of doing such things.”
-Richard Ramirez.