I really wish the “normal” people would leave us freaks alone and stop trying to save us. We get by, we take care of each other, and the people who cost the freaks their jobs didn’t give them employment, or a place to stay, or a family to be a part of; they just destroyed their world and felt morally superior for doing it.
Watching St John rock his wife’s body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was ‘You are so Beautiful.
Sociopaths spend their lives studying people, because we have to imitate things we don’t understand, or feel, to blend in. It makes us some of the most observant people on the planet.
All fear is the same no matter the cause of it; you conquer or are conquered by it. I wasn’t into losing, not even to myself, maybe especially to myself.
Humans still have a tendency to think that good is always pretty and that evil is always ugly. I’ve found that it’s so often the other way around.
Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Eleanor Roosevelt said that. It is a quote I try to live by.
Edward wonders why I’m so sympathetic to the monsters. The answer is simple. Because I am one.
People say I’m a feminist, but in truth, I am an equalist. I believe that everyone, male and female, should be free to be whom and what they are. Not to fit into some tight cultural box.
Talking to children is like testifying in court, answer just what’s asked, don’t elaborate, and don’t volunteer information.
There are so few true villains, just other screwed-up people who pass the damage on.
I am an animator. I am the Executioner. But now I know I’m something else. The one thing my Grandmother Flores feared most. I am a necromancer. The dead are my specialty.
Can you really rescue anyone, or anything, without rescuing a piece of yourself at the same time?
A lot of people take too much directness as rudeness, especially from a woman.
I could only handle a zillion problems at a time. A zillion and one was beyond me.
Edward suggested we stick all the pictures on the walls of the dining room. “And put pin holes in your nice clean walls,” I said. “Don’t be barbaric,” Edward said. “We’ll use sticky putty.
He did smile then, eyes gleaming. “You will never lose your nerve. Your life, probably, but never your nerve.
You can’t save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can’t save anyone. Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help.
He can look harmless if he wants to. He is the consummate actor, but unless he works at it, his eyes give him away. If the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then Edward’s in trouble because no one is home. He.
He always seemed to know just what I needed, just when I needed it. If we weren’t in love, then how did he do that? Hell, I’d been in love with people that didn’t even come close to meeting this many of my needs.
Some women feel loved if you do the dishes without being reminded; some men feel loved if you’ll play a video game with them, others if you buy them a collar and a nice leash and occasionally lead them around by it.