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

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.

What a terrible thing life can be.

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.

I'm a very neat monster.