…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.

What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.

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.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches

Killing makes me feel good.

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