“Ted looked like a walking cadaver – except for his eyes. Just barely blue and clear as glass, Ted’s eyes looked newly born, fully alive, fully communicative. In fact, whenever I talked to him I felt like I was having two conversations at once, one with our words, and one with our eyes. It was as if Ted’s eyes were peepholes someone else was peering out of. Someone deep inside, predating his horrible history and the worn out exterior that reflected it.”
-Nelson, Polly. Defending the Devil: My Story as Ted Bundy’s Last Lawyer. 1st ed. New York: W. Morrow, 1994. Print.