But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

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

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

She really did like me, the idiot.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter