Killing makes me feel good.

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

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.

Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.