Even in the darkest moments, light exists if you have faith to see it.

Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.

What we do as a society is seek simple answers.

If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it.

Given enough time, you could convince yourself that loneliness was something better, that it was solitude, the ideal condition for reflection, even a kind of freedom. Once you were thus convinced, you were foolish to open the door and let anyone in, not all the way in. You risked the hard-won equilibrium, that tranquility that you called peace

Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you do not overdose.

On those occasions when he had killed in the dark, he later needed to see his victims' faces because, in some unlit corner of his heart, he half expected to find his own face looking up at him, ice-white and dead-eyed. "Deep down," the dream-victim had said, "You know that you're already dead yourself, burnt out inside. You realize that you have far more in common with your victims after you've killed them than before.