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.

The students we saw were all bright, attractive, and polite, and the teachers all seemed to be smart and dedicated, and I began to appreciate the benefits of a private school education. If only I'd had the opportunity to attend a place like this, who knows what I might have become? Perhaps instead of a mere blood-spatter analyst who slunk away at night to kill without conscience, I could have become a doctor, or a physicist, or even a senator who slunk away at night to kill without conscience. It was terribly sad to think of all my wasted potential.

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

I'm a very neat monster.

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.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .