I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.
It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all.
Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.
Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?
She really did like me, the idiot.
For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.