Top 100 Jeff Lindsay Quotes
#1. Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really, I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter
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#2. I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book
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#4. Our complimentary dinner that evening was really quite nice. I have always found that free meals taste just a little bit better, and after two days of the rapacious greed of the Key West economy, this was succulent indeed. And
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#5. It would be much too difficult for anyone to get in and out of this area, especially if they were carrying questionable loads of body parts and the like.
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#6. Would she really abandon me, her own dear brother? Leave me to a fate worse than death, although certainly including it? I didn't think she would, not willingly. I took a sip of water and tried to think it through. She
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#7. I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.
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#9. I try to write as serious as possible, and then a joke slips in.
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#10. I was expecting someone dark to play 'Dexter' - someone like Johnny Depp.
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#11. Dogs were always a problem. They don't like me and they quite often disapprove of what I do to their masters, especially since I don't share the good pieces.
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#12. Deborah just watched him as he skidded to a stop in front of her. He seemed young for a dentist, maybe thirty, and in all honesty he looked a little too buff, too, as though he had been pumping iron when he should have been filling cavities. Deborah
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#13. It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.
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#14. looked some more. Beside the ship, cargo cranes reared up into the night sky like abandoned props from Star Wars. A
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#15. I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities.
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#17. Hey," he said, and we all turned to look at him. Deke nodded at the floor. "The lady fainted," he said, and we all turned to look where he had nodded. Mrs. Aldovar, as advertised, was out cold on the floor.
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#19. He smirked at me. "Channel Hog," he said. "Biggest goddamned hammerhead shark known to man. Over twenty feet long, and always hungry. I truly would not recommend taking a swim out there, buddy.
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#20. Aramaic has no vowels. So MLK spells Moloch." "Or milk," Deborah said. "Really, Debs, if you think our killer would tattoo milk on his neck, you need a nap.
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#21. Is that why you're crying?"
( ... ) "It's just hormones," she said. "I didn't want anyone to see."
I skipped over the image of anyone seeing her hormones and tried to focus on the heart of the matter.
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#22. 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.
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#23. Why should I let anything stand in the way of life, liberty, and the pursuit of vivisection? I
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#24. 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.
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#25. What Robert was trying to do so intently was, in fact, no more than craft. He did no more than copy my tics and twitches - even to the point of staring at my family portrait, a very personal part of my disguise, for his character research -
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#26. It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.
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#27. I suppose I should have died right then from pure misery and self-pity, but if those things were fatal, no one would ever make it past thirteen years old.
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#28. My first true lesson in writing came from Mr. Bowden when I was 16. At my high school, he was the teacher known to be the very best at literature and writing.
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#29. I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it.
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#30. I suppose that anyone with even a little bit of self-awareness will eventually feel like a complete hypocrite in the company of children, and this was my time.
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#31. Certainly no one on-site asked for my opinion, but I have always felt there should be no leftovers. It's untidy, and it shows a lack of a real workmanlike spirit.
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#32. God, it's like I have something, deep down inside of me, that i think is undeserving of love.
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#33. Quickly, Watson, the game's afoot, I said, but Deborah was not in a literary mood.
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#34. Something it's reassuring to know I'm not the only one pretending to be normal.
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#35. This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.
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#36. Dexter is modest, even self-effacing, and certainly aware of the limits of his considerable talent. But if there was a limit to what I could discover on the computer, I had not found it yet. I sat back down and went to work.
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#37. Been there done that, bought the t-shirt
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#38. It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
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#39. No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.
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#40. The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.
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#41. I don't agree with capital punishment as it is now, because too often mistakes are made. But I think that if you eliminate the mistakes, then there are times when it is justified.
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#42. Rita sighed and smiled happily. "Anyway," she said again, and I had to agree.
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#43. Somehow I slogged through the gray soup of the rest of the day and made it all the way home to Rita's at the end of the day, where the soup gelled into an aspic of sensory deprivation.
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#44. ... a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.
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#45. The idea of sex is no idea at all. Imagine doing those things - How can you? Where's your sense of dignity?
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#46. 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.
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#47. And of course the Passenger finds this highly amusing: that moments ago I was sniffing the bright buds of spring and forswearing the way of all flesh, and now I am once again up on point and eager to slay - but this is different.
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#48. Once again, I had the sensation that everyone else was working off a fully rehearsed script, and I was being asked to improvise. "I just meant - nothing," I said, hoping for a clue on what my line was supposed to be.
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#49. Nothing else loves me, nor ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that's not a thing to love.
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#50. 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.
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#51. The more I heard it in my thoughts, the
more sense it made. And beyond sense, it became a kind of seductive mantra.
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#52. Someone who is not a killer is not going to watch a TV show and decide to be a killer.
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#53. She opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.
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#55. What the fuck, Dexter," Deborah said accusingly, as if it were my fault the two blood types were different. "I'm sorry," I said, not at all sure what I was apologizing for, but quite certain from her tone of voice that I should.
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#56. 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.
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#57. Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?
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#58. I smiled at her, my most comforting, challenging, I'm-not-really-a-shark smile.
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#59. Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical, ...
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#60. 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.
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#61. I waved to everybody. Some of them
even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can't believe he did those horrible things ...
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#62. I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.
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#63. Dexter, she said with an expression of soporific surprise on her face.
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#64. All right, I had been seen in flagrante iugulo and had every right to expect that I would be instantly outed and arrested.
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#65. 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.
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#67. When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.
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#68. I was like a little boy playing war, yelling, Bang, bang! Gotcha!, and looking up to see a real Sherman tank rolling right at me. It
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#69. Rectory always sounded to me like a place you would find a proctologist.
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#70. Chapin was secured in the backseat - the motor-pool cars had rings bolted to the floor for just that reason - and he sat in his durance vile mumbling, ranting, threatening, and overusing the same naughty word.
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#71. I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent.
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#72. We all pretend, we all hide things, so why not take the concept to an extreme? That is the basic idea for the character of Dexter. Pretend to be human, while quietly and carefully living out the life of a monster on the side.
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#73. I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.
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#74. Deke looked at me anxiously, reminding me very much of a large and handsome dog who needs a stick to fetch.
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#75. Hurray - I was someone else. I was not completely crazy yet. Seriously antisocial, of course, and somewhat sporadically homicidal, nothing wrong with that. But not crazy.
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#76. Oh, I wanted this killer stopped, brought to justice, yes, certainly - but did it have to be so soon?
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#77. Because she had formed an image of me as a ravening monster?
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#78. If only I was capable of love, how I would have loved Harry.
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#79. Talking to a shrink was out of the question, of course; I would frighten the poor thing to death, and he might feel honor bound to have me locked away somewhere. Certainly I could not argue with the wisdom of that idea.
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#80. Another huge new development was going up to improve life for all of us by turning trees and animals into cement and old people from New Jersey.
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#81. Of course, for some bizarre reason, we don't have a National Registry of Who Your Friends Are. One would assume that this administration would have thought of that, and rammed it through Congress. It would certainly make my work easier now.
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#82. We're predators; we don't eat meat because it's handy, we eat meat because we have a taste for blood.
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#83. Debs stood in the rain and watched him go, which I am sure she intended to make Wilkins nervous enough to leap from the car and confess, but considering the weather it struck me as excessive zeal. I got into the car and waited for her.
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#84. But it is a truism of life that no matter how much we are suffering, nobody else cares - generally speaking, nobody even notices.
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#85. I went through my reasoning again, checking it carefully, looking for any indications that I had added things up wrong, and found none. I was as sure as I could be, and that's always a nice feeling. If I lived through all this, I must remember to have that feeling more often.
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#86. I know a lot of law officers, and every single one of them faces a moment - usually after about three hours on the job - when they realise that there's no connection between law and justice. The law, as an institution, avoids justice, subverts it, just as often as it sees it done.
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#87. First things first has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense - after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they? Still, cliches exist to comfort the feeble minded, not to provide any actual meaning.
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#88. Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.
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#89. The police did not like to come to neighborhoods like this one, where the best they could hope for was hostile indifference.
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#91. Rather than see me or have me touch it again, it died.
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#92. I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
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#93. Holy shit," he said. "Oh, my God, holy shit." "Vince," I said, irritated because he had interrupted the first happy thoughts I'd had in days. "In traditional Western culture, we like to separate deity and feces." He
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#94. The first rejection that 'Dexter' got, I was like, 'OK. This hasn't worked. Let's try something else. I'll go get a teaching job or something.'
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#95. That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.
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#96. I do the math. On one side: Anderson, the entire police force, the media, and most likely the pope himself. On the other side, my innocence. This does not add up to a terribly encouraging bottom line.
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#97. Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?
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#98. Aside from the fruit basket, the room was as empty as the inside of Dexter on the shelf marked SOUL.
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#100. And yet, I hope. This cannot continue eternally, can it? Something must someday happen. It is not possible that I should be a permanent fixture here, on the ninth floor of TGK, perpetually repeating the same small and meaningless rituals by rote. Someone
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