Jeff Lindsay
Jeff Lindsay
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth14 July 1952
CountryUnited States of America
age anthology anyone hardcover knew learned placed poems since stories
I had been writing poems and stories since I learned to make letters. I had placed poems in a hardcover anthology at the age of 6. And I knew more big words than anyone else in the 10th grade.
sees
The law, as an institution, avoids justice, subverts it, just as often as it sees it done.
chase scenes several
I do as much as I can. I even drive through the chase scenes several times to make sure the details are right.
clause deliberate knock people
I made a deliberate choice to write something people would enjoy, not knock people out with 'Boy, he can really put a clause together!'
In the afternoon, it's impossible to put down any new words. I don't even try.
good
Good writing does not come from verbiage but from words.
job
The first rejection that 'Dexter' got, I was like, 'OK. This hasn't worked. Let's try something else. I'll go get a teaching job or something.'
blood tricks bigs
No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.
dark alive driving
I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.
nice problem reason
It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
sleep wonder found
And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?
jobs order guy
I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.
jobs order guy
I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.
heart dark moon
It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.