That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

I'm a very neat monster.

...my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.

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

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.