Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

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.

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

I'm a very neat monster.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.