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

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.

But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.

I did not like this feeling of having feelings.