Jeff Lindsay
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Biography
Jeffry P. Freundlich, primarily known by his pen name Jeff Lindsay, is an American playwright and crime novelist.
"The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?"
"They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it."
"The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me."
"It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty."
"I'm a very neat monster."
"Killing makes me feel good."
"Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there."
"Every major city has a section like this one. If a piebald dwarf with advanced leprosy wants to have sex with a kangaroo and a teenage choir, he'll find his way here and get a room. When he's done he might take the whole gang next door for a cup of Cuban coffee and a medianioche sandwich. Nobody would care, as long as he tipped."
"I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff."
"Anybody can be charming if they don't mind faking it, saying all the stupid, obvious, nauseating things that a conscience keeps most people from saying. Happily, I don't have a conscience. I say them."
"Incompetence is rewarded more often than not."
"Me, feeling. What a concept."
"I think people understand things different when they get older. It’s not a question of getting soft, or seeing things in the gray areas instead of black and white. I really believe I’m just understanding things different. Better."
"I poked at the white paper bag. There was nothing left inside. Just like me: a clean crisp outside and nothing at all on the inside."
"I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along."
"Did I say imaginary? Well yes. Human men are not like that."
"I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport."
"It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is"
"Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me."
"I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities."
"After a long moment I closed the freezer door. I wanted to lie down and press my cheek against the cool linoleum. Instead I reached out with my little finger and flipped the Barbie's head. It went thack thack against the door. I flipped it again. Thack thack. Whee. I had a new hobby."
"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?"
"Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense."
"Another beautiful Miami day. Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work."
"Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?"