Quotes About Jeff Lindsay

But in all truth, it didn't matter, not even a little bit. It was just one more of the dozens of dopey contradictions making up the many-sided mess that was humanity, and all things considered, it was much less interesting than thinking about what Rita might have cooked for dinner.

I think I need to see a lawyer," I tell him. He shakes his head sadly. "I retire in a year and a half," he says. And with this apparent non sequitur our conversation is over and I am buttoned securely into my cell once more.

Still, clichés exist to comfort the feebleminded, not to provide any actual meaning.

I went. I was not really awake yet, and still suffering from psychological whiplash from my treatment at the hands of Rita and Debs, but I went.

looked some more. Beside the ship, cargo cranes reared up into the night sky like abandoned props from Star Wars. A

Considering the Pollyanna optimism he was showing, I wasn't sure about that, but it didn't seem worth arguing about. "All right," I said. "Then I'll check back with you later. I have a crisis at home.

Deborah, however, did not seem to share our good spirits. She scowled even more, and said, "If you two Twinkies are done clowning around, we still got a chopped-up body here.

And yet—I could imitate all those things perfectly. And I actually wanted to. I had no interest in a sexual relationship. I wanted a disguise; Rita was exactly what I was looking for.

it, the idea seemed wrong, like singing the real words to "Barnacle Bill" in church.

And as I pondered this in my pork-induced demi-doze, a soft and sibilant voice that had not been fed and so was not at all sleepy whispered one sly question in my inner ear: Was she still alive when he did it?

But now, when Chutsky suggested it, the idea seemed wrong, like singing the real words to "Barnacle Bill" in church.

Does that look like a fucking kidnapping to you?" Deborah demanded. "Not a very efficient one," I said, looking at the huge smear of blood. "They left almost half of their victim behind.

This is Dexter Morgan," I said, and I realized I had unconsciously copied his stentorian tone. I cleared my throat to show that I didn't know I'd done it, and said, "I have some very important information to give you," I said. "Um, about my case.