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And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.
It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?
I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?
What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.
I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys. . . aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place. . . if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?
No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.
And here I always thought morality was useless
Rectory always sounded to me like a place you would find a proctologist.
There is a simple, logical explanation,' I said to myself. And because you never know who else is listening, I added, 'And there is nothing under the bed. '" --Dexter
I think people understand things different when they get older. It’s not a question of getting soft, or seeing things in the gray areas instead of black and white. I really believe I’m just understanding things different. Better.
Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?
I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.
Killing makes me feel good.
When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.
Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?
I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.
I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.
Stop the nurse like the monkey.
This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.