333 Quotes by Jeff Lindsay

After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby.

So I stared, and Samantha looked back at me, and there we were: a perfectly normal married man with three kids and a promising career who just happened to enjoy killing people, staring at a perfectly normal eighteen-year-old girl who went to a good school and liked Twilight and who wanted to be eaten, sitting next to each other in a walk-in refrigerator at a vampire club in South Beach.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

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.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

You're driving me NORMAL!

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

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

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