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.

I thought about the nice clothes that I always wore. Well of course I did. I took pride in being the best dressed monster in Dade County.

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.

What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.