Dexter by Design (Dexter, #4)

by Jeff Lindsay

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

I have always found that if things have a choice of directions, they are most likely to go downhill.

clichés exist to comfort the feebleminded, not to provide any actual meaning.

Still, nothing worth doing is ever easy—another fascinatingly stupid cliché. After all, breathing is fairly easy, for the most part, and I think many scholars would agree it pays handsome dividends.

There are few things in the world that make me feel more clueless than a woman’s tears. I know that I am supposed to do something comforting and then go slay whatever dragon caused the crying fit, but it has been my experience, in my limited dealings with women, that the tears never come when they should, and they are never about what you might think, and consequently you are reduced to truly stupid options like patting her head and saying, “There there,” in the hopes that at some point she will let you in on what the display is actually about.

“Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.”

I have found that the faster you run from trouble, the quicker it catches you,