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.

Cualquiera puede ser encantador si no le importa mentir y decir todas las cosas estúpidas, obvias y nauseabundas que la conciencia suele reprimir en la mayoría de la gente. Por suerte, yo no tengo conciencia. Y las digo. -Dexter

That left either magical powers or coincidence, and although I have nothing at all against Harry Potter, coincidence got my vote.

Pero, por triste que sea, la vida no siempre imita al arte. -Dexter

¿Acaso no estábamos todos locos cuando dormíamos? ¿Qué era el sueño, al fin y al cabo, sino el proceso por el cual vaciábamos nuestra demencia al pozo oscuro del inconsciente quedando así listos para levantarse a la mañana siguiente y a desayunarnos con cereales en lugar de hacerlo con los niños del vecino? -Dexter

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.

Because no matter how far you may travel, you are what you are, and even when you are flying at thrilling new heights, circling the sun and thinking you belong in the halo of that perfect golden light, you do not. The wings always melt, and you always crash-land in your same old self.

If you believe that God makes miracles you have to wonder if Satan has a few up his sleeve.

But it's different for a girl, and Astor is at the age- It's not too dry, is it?" She said, frowning at my plate."It's perfect," I said."It is dry; I'm sorry. So I thought maybe if you would talk to her," Rita finished. I truly hoped she meant talk to Astor and not the pork chop.