Quotes from Jeff Lindsay

I had done it all right, all the same, all the way it had to be done. It would be right . Now.

just before I started the serious work Father Donovan opened his eyes and looked at me. There was no fear now; that happens sometimes. He looked straight up at me and his mouth moved. What? I said. I moved my head a little closer. I can't hear you. I heard him breathe, a slow and peaceful breath, and then he said it again before his eyes closed. You're welcome, I said, and I went to work.

We all make rules for ourselves. It's these rules that help define who we are. So when we break those rules, we risk losing ourselves and becoming something unknown. Who is Deb now? Who am I? Is this a new beginning? Or the beginning of the end?

Squared away, oh yes, a completely Harry idea of how life is lived, with hospital corners and polished shoes. And even then I knew; needing to kill something every now and then would pretty much sooner or later get in the way of being squared away.

There are millions of homeless children in the world—which proved again that kids were a low-value commodity, didn't it? I mean, there are very few homeless Bentleys in the world.

Doakes had a first name! It was Albert - had anyone ever really called him that? Unthinkable. I had assumed his name was Sergeant.

Could this be the Apocalypse?

There's lots of bad guys out there. I can't catch them all. To be truthful, she couldn't catch any of them unless they hurled themselves off a building and into the front seat of her car.

Still a monster, of course, but I cleaned up nicely afterwards, and I was OUR monster, dressed in red, white, and blue 100 percent synthetic virtue.

I had somehow jointed a completely unexpected and unknown company, presumably of people Rita had carelessly left lying around where they had been easily lost, and she had given me no clue how I had managed to get a seat with that group or even who they were.

My life as an android was neat, balanced, and had real redeeming social value.

I spent the rest of the workday on routine paperwork, snarling at misplaced files and seething at the stupidity of everyone else's report writing--when did Grammar die?

It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching the captain of the football team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.

Why should I let anything stand in the way of life, liberty, and the pursuit of vivisection?

I came, I saw, I blew chunks.

Talk to me, I whispered to the Dark Passenger. Tell me what you have done.

getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.

A mirror, a Barbie, and drywall. Three kills Bone dry. Hello, Dexter.

I find others, those who prey on the innocent and do not play by the rules, and I make them go away in small, carefully wrapped pieces.

He was blond, about six feet tall, muscular, and absurdly good-looking in a rugged, masculine way, as if God had taken Brad Pitt and decided to make him really handsome.

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor's children?

My life was every bit as fine as hers, so I ordered the same thing. Because we were regulars here, and had been coming here most of our lives, the aging, unshaven waiter snatched away our menus with a face that might have been the role model for Deborah's, and stomped off to the kitchen like Godzilla on his way to Tokyo.

I did not spend a great deal of my time worrying about anything—planning, yes, making sure that things went just right on my Special Nights Out. But worrying truly seemed to be an emotional activity rather than a rational one, and until now it had never furrowed my forehead. But

But it is a truism of life that no matter how much we are suffering, nobody else cares—generally speaking, nobody even notices.