Jeff Lindsay
Jeff Lindsay
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth14 July 1952
CountryUnited States of America
heart dark moon
It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.
people killing refrain
Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?
dark challenges black
…a cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.
people fake everyday
I'm quite sure more people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake all of it." --Dexter
real lying believe
They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.
idiot feels knows
Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.
dark alive driving
I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.
mean dislike-me kind
I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?
men phony like-me
A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.
nice problem reason
It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
heart pushing-it tongue
I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.
kissing way murder
In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.
loyalty brain together
...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.
feel-good killing feels
Killing makes me feel good.