Fear is a ... it's a weird thing, when you think about it. People are only afraid of other things, they're never afraid of themselves.

Dead bodies are calm and silent—perfectly still, perfectly harmless. A corpse will never move, it will never laugh, and it will never judge. A corpse will never shout at you, hit you, or leave you. Far away from the zombies and junk that you see on TV, a corpse is actually the perfect friend. The perfect pet. I feel more comfortable with them than I do with real people.

I'd rather know how you feel than hope and wonder and delude myself for weeks on end.

Even a paranoid clock is being followed twice a day.

It's a pretty big shock to realise that the only people you can identify with are psychopathic killers.

This is life...Not a peace treaty, not an idealistic dream, but a grim dance of death and survival. The strong live on while the weak--the ones too small or too foolish to fight back--die in agony and blood.

I didn't know how to explain what I meant; sociopathy wasn't just being emotionally deaf, it was being emotionally mute, too. I felt like the characters on our muted TV, waving their hands and screaming and never saying a word out loud.