What a terrible thing life can be.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

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

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.

It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.