And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.

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?

Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.