Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical.

The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.

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

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

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

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

Stop the nurse like the monkey.