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

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.

It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.

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.

I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter

We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.