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I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.
This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.
Nothing else loves me, nor ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that's not a thing to love.
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.
It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.
No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.
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.
A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches
What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.
And here I always thought morality was useless
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?
Stop the nurse like the monkey.
Could this be the Apocalypse ?
Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.
you can’t use logic on human behavior.
Saturday morning was their unrestricted television time, and they usually took advantage of it to watch a series of cartoon shows that would certainly have been impossible before the discovery of LSD.
It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.
I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things. . .
I'm a very neat monster. " ~Dexter Morgan