“I regularly comment on my desire to exploit my admirers or to kill babies and cute animals, and I don't even need to laugh or smile for people to think I am joking.”
“I ain't no Psy, Ms. Aleine, but even us dumb animals know when two people start exchanging thoughts, something's going on."She narrowed her eyes at his smug tone. "It was a coincidence.""Baby, when I think about my body, I don't focus on my cock.”
“I instantly like people who laugh at my jokes. It's a weakness of mine.”
“If I am intellectually interdependent, I realize that I need the best thinking of other people to join with my own.”
“You're cute, but..."He steps away from me, and I can breathe again. "Cute?" he spits. "For centuries women have wanted me, desired me. Royals requested me by name, and you think I am cute?”
“It’s not that I want people to think I am smart, or even that I am a good writer. I write because I want to end my loneliness.”