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I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
Someone who is not a killer is not going to watch a TV show and decide to be a killer.
I need quiet and solitude to work. Darkness is best. If I am wide awake, I can't write.
The law, as an institution, avoids justice, subverts it, just as often as it sees it done.
It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is
I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.
It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.
We're predators; we don't eat meat because it's handy, we eat meat because we have a taste for blood.
...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.
I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book
And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.
But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.
I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.
I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter
What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.
And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.
For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.
I didn't expect any success at all. I was rejected by every publisher in the world and every agent in town.
Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?
I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter
It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.
I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.
I do as much as I can. I even drive through the chase scenes several times to make sure the details are right.
Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.
I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.
Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.
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.
I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.
A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches
But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.
Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.
Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?
And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.
The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.
Dexter-Land is a dark and scary place, and I couldn't live there permanently. To be honest, I don't think I even want to visit.
For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.
Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.
It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
I made a deliberate choice to write something people would enjoy, not knock people out with 'Boy, he can really put a clause together!'
I stood up. It was all too much. I could not even meet my own expectations, and to be asked to deal with all theirs too was suffocating.
I thought about the nice clothes that I always wore. Well of course I did. I took pride in being the best dressed monster in Dade County.
And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.
And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?
The first rejection that 'Dexter' got, I was like, 'OK. This hasn't worked. Let's try something else. I'll go get a teaching job or something.'
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.
We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.
As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.
…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.
Pretending is the basis of civilised society, and it is sometimes necessary for all of us. Without it we are nothing more than a pack of snarling dogs.