A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did.

you can’t use logic on human behavior.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

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.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

The students we saw were all bright, attractive, and polite, and the teachers all seemed to be smart and dedicated, and I began to appreciate the benefits of a private school education. If only I'd had the opportunity to attend a place like this, who knows what I might have become? Perhaps instead of a mere blood-spatter analyst who slunk away at night to kill without conscience, I could have become a doctor, or a physicist, or even a senator who slunk away at night to kill without conscience. It was terribly sad to think of all my wasted potential.