Character: Jefferson Winter. Page 1

Murder freezes the loved ones of the victim in the past.

The meaning of murder to demonstrate his power, influence. Works like a complex little man - he's trying to compensate for injuries that poison his life every day. Don't forget the fuses in the bottom of the hierarchy.

Succeeds is not the hunter who chases longer a victim, but someone who understands it so well that waiting for her at the waterhole.

In this case we are talking about the psychopath, and they have nostalgia does not happen. They are pragmatists by nature. In short, when we are dealing with serial killers, I prefer not to rely on coincidences.

The car on which he rides, a plane that does not fly, and the house in which he lives. Why did he choose this lifestyle? Because he's a collector, and any collector aspires to own a coveted thing.

Man is the form which is necessary for his lifestyle.

- Where, who and why? he asked. I understand this set of words mean something? - puzzled retorted Anderton. Means. We need to find the answer to any of these questions, and then we can save the life of his next victim. If we knew where the next murder will happen, we will set up. If you know the name of the alleged victim, will be able to protect her. To understand why he kills, is more difficult, but if we find the answer, he'll lead us to the killer or the next victim. The answer to any of these questions would mean victory.

... She is a prostitute woman, just expensive. One glance is enough to understand that she was born in a rich family, and she didn't have to fight my way out of the slums. And it does not have the stiffness which is characteristic for such as it is, but it has its own rigidity, which is formed by the life in full contentment. If you're accustomed to abundance, you will do everything so that it will not go away.

How soon can people start talking about the person "was"?
Depends on how much you are loved. If hated, the transition can happen instantly. And if she was, it is quite another thing. Someone takes months, some years. And there are people who just can't bring myself to talk about the deceased in the past tense. <...> For them, the world ceases to exist after a phone call or a knock at the door, forever changed their lives. No matter what they do, they can not break the deadlock. But, admittedly, they are not trying very hard. Guilt for the fact that they were alive, and the closest person is dead, locks them in the past. And even after ten or fifteen years after the incident they still put his instruments on the table.

We all suffer from split personality. Someone the three of them, and someone even more. You - one for friends and for family, another for the rest of the world. Third - when you look in the mirror. Everyone has a dark side, the thoughts and feelings that we don't want to share with others. Every once in my life I lay awake in bed and wishing someone death.

There are people that pull from the very first meeting. Something just clicks in the right place, the puzzle come together, and you want to know everything about this man.

I changed a countless number of cheap rooms, so now always insist on a Suite. Yes, I live a nomadic life, but this does not mean that I have to live in a tent.

... serial killers do not think like normal people. All their actions are dictated by the fantasies. It was they who govern their actions. That seems crazy for them - is justified because it corresponds to their imagination.

When writing a report all follow the path of least resistance. After all, writing takes a lot of time, and the day has only twenty-four hours. Never trust official documents - is replies.