Jeff Lindsay
Jeff Lindsay
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth14 July 1952
CountryUnited States of America
night self silence
And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.
formal should furious
Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be a semi-formal occasion.
nurse monkeys
Stop the nurse like the monkey.
dark self way
In that tremendous flash of freedom, on my way to do The Thing for the first time, sanctioned by Almighty Harry, I receded, faded back into the scenery of my own dark self, whole the other me crouched and growled. I would do It at last, do what I had been created to do. And I did.
beer doors perception
the faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception,
ideas wonder made
It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
night lasts dolls
And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.
doors common-sense waiting
...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.
soul unexpected guilty
It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.
normal driving
You're driving me NORMAL!
nice thinking feelings
I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.
teacher smart school
The students we saw were all bright, attractive, and polite, and the teachers all seemed to be smart and dedicated, and I began to appreciate the benefits of a private school education. If only I'd had the opportunity to attend a place like this, who knows what I might have become? Perhaps instead of a mere blood-spatter analyst who slunk away at night to kill without conscience, I could have become a doctor, or a physicist, or even a senator who slunk away at night to kill without conscience. It was terribly sad to think of all my wasted potential.
apocalypse
Could this be the Apocalypse ?
stupid firsts remember
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.