...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

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

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

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

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.