I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.

A reasonable being might think that he and I could find some common ground; have a cup of coffee and compare our Passengers, exchange trade talk and chitchat about dismemberment techniques. But no: Doakes wanted me dead. And I found it difficult to share his point of view.

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

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

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

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

I thought about the nice clothes that I always wore. Well of course I did. I took pride in being the best dressed monster in Dade County.