Quotes From "Darkly Dreaming Dexter" By Jeff Lindsay

I am unlovable... I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along. Jeff Lindsay

She had searched for just the right guy; sensitive and gentle and willing to wait. Quite a long search, of course. She was looking for some imaginary man who cared more about having someone to talk to and see movies with than he needed to have sex, because she was just Not Ready for That. Did I say imaginary? Well yes. Human men are not like that. Jeff Lindsay

Quirky, funny, happy-go-lucky dead inside Dexter. No longer Dexter with the knife, Dexter the Avenger. Not until next time. Jeff Lindsay

In that tremendous flash of freedom, on my way to do The Thing for the first time, sanctioned by Almighty Harry, I receded, faded back into the scenery of my own dark self, whole the other me crouched and growled. I would do It at last, do what I had been created to do. And I did. Jeff Lindsay

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff. Jeff Lindsay

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it? Jeff Lindsay

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more strangely, and so far I’d had no conversations with invisible buddies that I was aware of. Except in my sleep, of course-and did that really count? 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? . Jeff Lindsay

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb. Jeff Lindsay

A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me. Jeff Lindsay

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid– like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being. Jeff Lindsay

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness? Jeff Lindsay

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp. Jeff Lindsay

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder. Jeff Lindsay

What, in all very seriousness, the hell was going on? Jeff Lindsay

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people? Jeff Lindsay

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion. Jeff Lindsay

How bad could things be if my hair was neat? Jeff Lindsay

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back. Jeff Lindsay

Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them. Jeff Lindsay

And I was having too much fun to stop now. Jeff Lindsay

Me, feeling. What a concept. Jeff Lindsay

No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that? Jeff Lindsay

Or was he saying, "Hi! Wanna play?" And I did. Of course I did. Jeff Lindsay

I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities. Jeff Lindsay