In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there… — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
The population at large is neither 'ordinary' or 'normal'. They seem to be bound together by a collective ignorance of themselves and what they are. They have, every one of them, got their deep dark thoughts with many a skeleton rattling in their secret cupboards. Their fascination with 'types' like myself plagues them with the mystery of why and how… — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share
I saw him...at peace in my armchair. I remember wishing he could stay in peace like that forever. I had a feeling of easing… — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
I am damned and damned and damned. How in heaven's name could I have done any of it? — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
Loneliness is a long, unbearable pain…There was never a place for me in the scheme of things…I had become a living fantasy on a… — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
I don't lose sleep over what I have done or have nightmares about it. — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
“I did it all for me. Purely selfish. I worshiped the art and the act of death, over and over. It’s as simple as… — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
I wish I could stop but I could not. I had no other thrill or happiness. — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to… — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
I stood there amazed. I found it all hard to believe, that I, Des Nilsen, had actually done all that. — Dennis Nilsen Copy Share Image
