I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

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

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

I stood up. It was all too much. I could not even meet my own expectations, and to be asked to deal with all theirs too was suffocating.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

Feeling - what authentic human fun!