And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

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.

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter