Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter Quotes

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

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 was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

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.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

How bad could things be if my hair was neat?

What, in all very seriousness, the hell was going on?

No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?"And I did. Of course I did.

Quirky, funny, happy-go-lucky dead inside Dexter. No longer Dexter with the knife, Dexter the Avenger. Not until next time.