Write drunk; edit sober.

~Ernest Hemingway

Dexter, a páginas tantas...

She had searched just for the right guy: sensitive, gentle, and willing to wait. Quite a long search, of course. She was looking for some imaginary man who cared more about having someone to talk and see movies with than someone to have sex with, because she was Just Not Ready for That.
Did I say imaginary? Well, yes. Human men are not like that. Most women know this by the time they've had two kids and their first divorce. Poor Rita had married too young and too badly to learn this valuable lesson. And as a by-product of recovering form her awful marriage, instead of realizing that all men are beasts, she had come up with this lovely romantic picture of a perfect gentleman who would wait indefinitely for her to open slowly, like a little flower.
Well. Really. Perhaps such a gentleman existed in Victorian England - when there was a knocking shop on every corner where he could blow off steam between flowery protestations of frictionless love. But not, to my knowledge, in twenty-first century Miami.

- Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

Quote for the day...

Sometimes Life shits on you. Pretending it's not shit doesn't make you an optimist... it makes you an idiot.
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