I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?

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

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

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

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

I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.

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