I Nodded With Genuine Synthetic Sympathy.

The Faster It Ran Away From Me. And I Found Myself Reasoning That Perhaps One More Beer Would Unlock The Doors Of Perception.

And I Was Having Too Much Fun To Stop Now.

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.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.

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