One thing I have learned is that you and I are opposites, but also just the same. Like an image in a mirror. We hate people. And they in turn hate us. And fear us.
You’ve told me about her, like a gentleman, now kindly behave like a gangster again.
They are identically different, Hannibal and Will.
Perception is a tool that’s pointed on both ends.
You were looking for Minister Zhang? He isn’t here. He’s dead. There is only Whiterose.
We’ve learned something new about Vecna/Henry/One. He’s a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin.
As much as there is a part of you in me, there is a part of me in you.[to Mr. Robot]
Within every man, there are many men.
We all must choose, man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same. We choose light or we choose darkness. We choose good or we choose evil. We choose the true god or the false.
Peacocks represent rebirth. The serpent, too, can shed its skin, begin anew. And yet, when the two meet, they’re violent enemies. Pure destruction.
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.
There’s a fine line between a monster and a hero.
