There lots of other kids playing in streets around this country today who are going to be dead tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day and month, because other young people are reading the kinds of things and seeing the kinds of things that are available in the media today.
Well-meaning, decent people will condemn the behavior of a Ted Bundy, while they're walking past a magazine rack full of the very kinds of things that send young kids down the road to be Ted Bundys.
I didnвЂ™t know what made people want to be friends. I didnвЂ™t know what made people attractive to one another. I didnвЂ™t know what underlay social interactions.
The fantasy that accompanies and generates the anticipation that precedes the crime is always more stimulating than the immediate aftermath of the crime itself.
I don't wanna die, I'm not gonna lie to you I admit that and I'm not asking for clemency, I'm not asking for forgiveness, I'm not asking for sympathy. I know they're gonna kill me sooner or later. You don't need to worry about that but there's a lot of crimes I can solve if the state can just see fit to make me live two or three years longer, I mean look, I know I'm not like other people, I know I can't feel sympathy for other people but I'm still human.
I haven't blocked out the past. I wouldn't trade the person I am, or what I've done, or the people I've known, for anything. So I do think about it. And at times it's a rather mellow trip to lay back and remember.
You learn what you need to kill and take care of the details. It's like changing a tire. The first time you're careful. By the thirtieth time, you can't remember where you left the lug wrench.
Guilt? It's this mechanism we use to control people. It's an illusion. It's a kind of social control mechanism -- and it's very unhealthy. It does terrible things to our bodies. And there are much better ways to control our behavior than that rather extraordinary use of guilt.
I do. I canвЂ™t say that being in the Valley of the Shadow of Death is something IвЂ™ve become all that accustomed to, and that IвЂ™m strong and nothingвЂ™s bothering me. ItвЂ™s no fun. It gets kind of lonely, yet I have to remind myself that every one of us will go through this someday in one way or another.
I think I stand as much chance of dying in front of a firing squad or in a gas chamber as you do being killed on a plane flight home. LetвЂ™s hope you donвЂ™t.
I have known people who radiate vulnerability. Their facial expressions say I am afraid of you. These people invite abuse. By expecting to be hurt, do they subtly encourage it?