Jeff Lindsay Quotes - Page 3

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

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.

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 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

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 was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

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 mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

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?

First things first has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense - after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they? Still, cliches exist to comfort the feeble minded, not to provide any actual meaning.

I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

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.

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

The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.

Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.

The students we saw were all bright, attractive, and polite, and the teachers all seemed to be smart and dedicated, and I began to appreciate the benefits of a private school education. If only I'd had the opportunity to attend a place like this, who knows what I might have become? Perhaps instead of a mere blood-spatter analyst who slunk away at night to kill without conscience, I could have become a doctor, or a physicist, or even a senator who slunk away at night to kill without conscience. It was terribly sad to think of all my wasted potential.

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 . . .

You're driving me NORMAL!

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

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

Feeling - what authentic human fun!

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp.