Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

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

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.

…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is