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.

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.

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.

It's my body. And I like my body. And I like my breasts. And no, they're not fake.