I Nodded With Genuine Synthetic Sympathy.

Killing Makes Me Feel Good.

Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon Showers. I Got Dressed And Went To Work.

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.

The Mind Picks Some Very Bad Times To Take A Walk Doesn't It?

I Was Filled With Dread At The Thought My Mind Had Skipped Town And Left Me Behind To Pay The Rent." --dexter