I stood up. It was all too much. I could not even meet my own expectations, and to be asked to deal with all theirs too was suffocating.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

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

Have you noticed how difficult it is just to get along in the world? If you're no good at all in your job, people treat you badly and eventually you will be unemployed. And if you're a little better than competent, everyone expects miracles from you, every single time. Like most of life, it's a no-win situation. And if you dare to mention it, no matter how creatively you phrase your complaints, you are shunned as a whiner.

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

But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.

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