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

And here I always thought morality was useless.

It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.

What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.