michael c. hall

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like for everything inside me that’s denied and unknown to be revealed. But I’ll never know. I live my life in hiding. My survival depends on it.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

I don’t like this place. Something nameless was born here, something that lives in the deepest darkest hole of the thing called Dexter.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

Finding a needle in a haystack isn’t hard when every straw is computerized.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

I’ve lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted until the dark became my world and I could see.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

I’ve never had much use for the concept of Hell, but if Hell exists, I’m in it. The same images running through my head over and over. I was there. I saw my mother’s death. A buried memory forgotten all these years. It climbed inside me that day, and it’s been with me every since. My Dark Passenger.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

Marina View Hotel. It’s a key. Maybe some sort of promotional gag – stay the weekend, get a free jar of blood.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

I know the truth, because Harry always told me the truth. He had to, he was teaching me principles. A Code. He knew what I would become without it.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

I can’t have sex with Rita. Every time I sleep with a woman, she sees me for what I really am. Empty. Then she’s gone. But I don’t want Rita to go, which means I have to deal with this. I can’t kill Meridian yet – I need another therapy session.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

My therapist wants me to accept the things that are out of my hands. Tragically for him, he’s not out of my hands.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

The three suicide sisters shared the same therapist, Dr. Emmett Meridian. He must be terrible at his job.

Dexter Morgan, Dexter

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