Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.

She really did like me, the idiot.

I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.