Book: Dormant demon Dexter. Page 3

- Detective, when will you marry me?
- I never buy shoes, not wearing them, no matter how well they may seem.

I speak Spanish, I'm even a little secular in Cuban. But of the ten words of La Gerty I know only one thing. The Cuban dialect is a shame Espanola-Varadero the world. It seems that the whole conversation - race under an invisible stopwatch, the purpose of which - three seconds to throw as many words without a single vowel sound.
To keep track of this conversation, there is only one trick: to know what a person is going to say before he say it.

Everyone is able to gain favor, if not to disdain the deceit, if all the time to say stupid, banal, causing nausea, the words, the ones that are usually man does not speak the conscience.

Incompetence is rewarded more often than Vice versa.

Deb is the only person in the world who care if I live or not. For some unknown reason, she prefers that I stay alive. I think it's a good idea, and if I had feelings, they would be connected with deb.

- Who are you? whispered father Donovan.
- The beginning, ' I replied. And that's the end. Meet your death.

You're mine now, ' said I, and he froze so clearly, as if all life trained or suddenly heard another voice - that of the laughing watcher inside me.

Always be sure, be careful, be accurate.

Someone chewed off the corner from the lunar disc.

If you put a knife in the heart of a child, he'll take it out and stick you in the eye.

I slowly walked off, feeling on the face automatically appeared carefree welcoming smile - the usual disguise. Hello officer, just out for a stroll. What a night to dismember, isn't it?

I am sure that the vast majority of daily human contacts feigned. I pretvoren just always. I pretend to be, a complete lack of feelings. But I love kids.

I'm a very neat monster. Cleanliness takes time, but worth it. Worth it, because the Dark Passenger will be happy and will calm down. Should just in order to do everything correctly and accurately. To clean up another pile of shit from this world. Just a few neatly Packed garbage bags more my little corner of the world will be cleaner and happier. Better.

We spend our lives playing the role. Moving around the world, rehearsing the text, and pretending that we are a part of the world created for human beings, but we are, in fact, not people. But always and everywhere we seek in fact to FEEL something!