...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

I'm a very neat monster.

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

It’s an odd term, 'girlfriend,' particularly for grown persons. And in practice it provides an even odder concept. Generally speaking, in adults it described a woman, not a girl, who was willing to provide sex, not friendship. In fact, from what I had observed it was quite possible for one to actively dislike one’s girlfriend, although of course true hatred is reserved for marriage.

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