Dearly Devoted Dexter (Dexter, #2)

by Jeff Lindsay

There are still very few laws against thinking, although I'm sure they're working hard on that in Washington.

Still, it's always nice to be around somebody who thinks I am wonderful. It confirms my low opinion of people.

It gave me a great deal of hope. If I was ever caught, perhaps I could simply protest dairy products and they'd let me go.

Curses on you, Doakes. You're driving me normal.

The only reason I ever thought about being human was to be more like him.

have always felt that it was preferable to think with my brain, rather than with certain other wrinkled parts located slightly south. I mean, seriously, don't people ever see themselves, staggering around drooling and mooning, all weepy-eyed and weak-kneed and rendered completely idiotic over something even animals have enough sense to finish quickly so they can get on with more sensible pursuits,

like finding fresh meat?

I AM NOT SHY ABOUT ADMITTING MY MODEST TALENTS. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than

average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water.