Book: Dexter in the

Our life is full of compromises.

One stain on the reputation, and the suspicion never wash off.

... The less he spoke, the less interest in his stories I had to depict and facial muscles are not strained.

Never saw much point in the humiliation in the end, life without my help with doing a good job.

Sometimes we have to admit: there are days when nothing is going right...

The faster you run away from trouble, the sooner they'll catch up.

First time is happenstance, second time coincidence. The third enemy act.

Civilization created appreciate her art.

Life lately has been full of surprises, and they all led me to one thought: people really deserve what's coming to them befall.

Few things in this world can stump me like women's tears. I understand that it is my responsibility to do something, something to calm the weeping lady, to crush every dragon that caused the attack of tears... And at the same time, in my fairly limited experience with women I know that their tears are not always on time and always is absolutely not what it seems, and therefore the treatment methods are very few and they are all amazingly stupid, like pats on the head reassuringly and murmuring "hush, hush" in the hope that sooner or later she will tell what's the matter.

If I now shouted: "look out, he's behind you! He's got a gun!" - I would only wearily muttered in response: "In the queue".

Own wounds always seem to hurt more.

When ever this choice, except for the rare opportunities in particularly good day to make a choice between ice cream and cake?

Sometimes experienced researcher is forced to believe that, perhaps, stumbled upon something more than mere coincidence.