Did I say imaginary? Well yes. Human men are not like that. - Darkly Dreaming Dexter

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

Why do so many people start their messages with, "It's me"? Of course it is you. We all know that. But who the hell ARE you?

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.