Jeff Lindsay Quotes

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

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.

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?

Feeling - what authentic human fun!

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

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

Me, feeling. What a concept.

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

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.

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

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.

Stop the nurse like the monkey.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

You're driving me NORMAL!

I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.

But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

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

The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.

And here I always thought morality was useless.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.

I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

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

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

been there done that, bought the t-shirt" Chapter 2

Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.

Hope is for people who can't see the Truth.

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

There are still very few laws against thinking, although I am sure they're working hard on that in Washington.

At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.

Rectory always sounded to me like a place you would find a proctologist.

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

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal.

Doakes had a first name! It was Albert - had anyone ever really called him that? Unthinkable. I had assumed his name was Sergeant.

How bad could things be if my hair was neat?

Always marveling at how New Age pseudo-philosophy had taken over the Internet.