Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?

Feeling - what authentic human fun!

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

And here I always thought morality was useless.

Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them.

That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.