We’re all pathological in our own ways. You choose the version of the truth that suits you best and pursue it pathologically. Everybody decides their own versions of the truth.

You catch these killers by getting into their heads, but you also allow them into your own.

It’s the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good.

Typhoid and swans, it all comes from the same place.

I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.