“And I was having too much fun to stop now.”
“Oh, I wanted this killer stopped, brought to justice, yes, certainly - but did it have to be so soon?”
“I watched him as he lay there, taking the needle without flinching and knowing that even the relief it brought was temporary, that his end was coming and he could not stop it—and knowing, too, that he was not afraid, and that he would do this the right way, as he had done everything else in his life the right way. And I knew this, too: Harry understood me. No one else ever had, and no one else ever would, through all time in all the world. Only Harry. The only reason I ever thought about being human was to be more like him.”
“Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.”
“That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.”
“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.”