I'm A Very Neat Monster.

You Can’t Use Logic On Human Behavior.

I Think That's Nice, And If I Could Have Feelings At All I Would Have Them For Deb.

This Was Just No Fun. I Wanted My Brain Back.

Really Now: If You Can't Get Me My Newspaper On Time, How Can You Expect Me To Refrain From Killing People?

I Rose To My Knees, Mouth Dry And Heart Pounding, And Paused To Finger A Rip In My Beautiful Dacron Bowling Shirt. I Pushed My Fingertip Through The Hole And Wiggled It At Myself. Hello, Dexter, Where Are You Going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I Don't Know, But I'm Almost There. I Hear My Friends Calling.