For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

It's okay to accept things from people. It doesn't make you weak or helpless.

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

No TV show in history, no movie ever made - nothing you can imagine as being written or filmed or performed can turn a normal human being into a Dexter.