...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

“I enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you.”

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

“Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It …”

“Dexter,' Debs said, jerking her head at me. 'Get some smelling salts or somethi…”