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.
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.
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.
New York may be a big town, but it’s not big enough for two Dark Passengers.
My business has two sides. Light and dark. I’ll need someone for each.[to Duke]
Math is never just numbers. In the wrong hands, it’s a weapon. In the right hands, deliverance.
Keeping my killing life separate from my personal life is difficult when my personal life keeps calling, asking for help.
