I’m neither man nor beast. I’m something new entirely, with my own set of rules. I’m Dexter.
I see their pain. On some level, I even understand their pain. I just can’t feel their pain.
I like puzzles. But there’s nothing more frustrating than putting a puzzle together and finding then it still doesn’t make sense.
Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply that you have to be reminded it’s there at all. And sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.
Eventually, most serial killers get caught. There’s really not much of a retirement plan.
Blood never lies.
