People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. And that’s my burden, I guess.
I’ve lived in darkness a long time. Over the years, my eyes adjusted until the dark became my world and I could see.
We think we have it all figured out. We think we can control things. Fix them. That we can keep life moving forward on the path we’ve chosen. But all that’s standing between us and chaos is a tiny, fragile thread. Cut that thread, and we’re all just falling into space.
It’s a shame you can only die once.
You’re looking at the guy where secrets go to die.[to Bill]
We all have trauma that we can’t escape. Even if we bleed and scar, we never really heal.
This is what happens to normal people with big secrets. It’s harder for them to keep their masks on straight.
Technically, faking your death isn’t a crime.
Sorry about the mess. I’m out of practice.
Maybe Rudy was right… You never can truly know anyone.
It wasn’t you I was scared of. It was me. I’ve always had my demons.[to Harrison]
I used to wish that I could be different, normal. A life without my Dark Passenger. But who am I kidding? This is who I am, what I am. I’m Dexter Morgan. I’m exactly who I need to be, exactly who you want me to be.
