Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

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 filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter