This is my life now, human being. So I have to live like humans do. Occupy my time at a job I loathe, slowly rotting away until I die.
This is interesting. I’ve never experienced this before. Nobody is talking. Apparently you can be with other humans and still be alone. I like it.
They have a term on Earth for a man who works on engines: sexy beast. That’s me. If these humans ever saw me actually flying my spaceship, I’d have women beating me off with a stick.
There are no monsters. Beings do what needs to be done in order to survive.
The answer is simple. It’s nighttime. I’ll just break into that kid’s house and kill him. I’ll say one thing about whiskey: it’s allowing me to make smart, rational decisions.
Spring. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, the sun warms the Earth. Somewhere. Not here. It’s 30 degrees out. It snowed 9 feet last winter, and four frozen sodas just exploded in my truck. Welcome to Patience, Colorado.
Killing may make humans feel strong in the moment, but what I’ve begun to realize is, true strength comes from choosing not to kill. Maybe being truly human is about choosing to love instead.
I would grow a mustache as a disguise, but then I’d have to get a job as a firefighter or a pedophile.
I was taught that the biggest problem with the human race was their need for connection. We always saw that as a weakness. But now I realize it may be their greatest strength.
Humans lie. It’s what they do. [Asta Twelvetrees: Why?] Maybe they don’t want people to know who they really are.
His smile makes me want to love him and strangle him. I think he has more teeth than me.[about Ethan]
He was a doctor. If he wanted to kill himself, he would have sliced his carotid. How did I miss that? I’m smarter than a lizard.
