In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.
I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?
A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.
And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.
Stop the nurse like the monkey.
I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.