The Dark Passenger

I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it.

I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even me. Especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me?

-Dexter Morgan, Dexter