I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth - it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.

…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.

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

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.