Quotes About Dexter

First I walked into a trap and nearly turned into the Inhuman Torch, and then a man I had regarded as a foot soldier in the war against intelligence turned out to be a covert general—and to top it off, he was apparently in league with the last few living pieces of my nemesis, Sergeant Doakes, and he seemed very likely to take up where Doakes had left off, in the pursuit of poor persecuted Dexter. Where would this end?

Just one more small sign that Poor Old Dexter was drifting off into Deep Water. Making that last painless transition from sociopath to psychopath.

But it also called for a certain amount of Dexter's newfound Lily Anne–born compassion, since I could tell that without my help, my sister was going to prove once and for all that there really was something to the idea of spontaneous combustion.

It was like I was the victim of some strange and sinister Dexter-persecuting Tibetan sect—whenever the old Dexter-hating Lama died, a new one was born to take his place.

Harry had molded him into a man who only killed the killers;

There would be no struggle, no negotiation, nothing but an end to all that is Dexter.

Why, Dexter?" Debs repeated, and there was a dangerous edge to her voice that went far behind frustrated anger. "It's kind of complicated," I said, stalling in the hope that either a brilliant idea would occur to me or, if not, the house might be hit by lightning. "Make it simple," she snapped.

He nodded. "I asked around about you," he said. "They all told me, 'Dexter does doughnuts.' Ã¢â'¬Â And he grinned at me as if alliteration was some kind of wonderfully clever form of wit.

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.

Every cop in the greater Miami area would be working each shift with extra diligence in hopes of becoming the Hero of the Day, the cop who caught the killer, and although all that extra watchfulness would make the streets temporarily a little safer for most of us, it would also make things a little too risky for a Dexter Dalliance. No

was at a loss. All right, then, it was clearly time to give up, accept my fate, throw myself on the mercy of the court, assume the role of Dexter, quiet family man and former Dark Avenger. Resign myself to the idea that I would never again feel the hard cool touch of the moonlight on my electrified nerve endings as I slid through the night like the avatar of cold, sharp steel.

But Dexter was raised on danger and bred on bluff, and this was exactly the kind of crisis that brought out the very best in me. So I took the initiative and broke the ice.

And so, Paris. Dexter trudges meekly along in the wake of the Good Ship Rita, staring and nodding where these things are required and occasionally offering a sharp and witty comment, like, "Wow," and "Uh-huh," as Rita trammels through the pent-up lust for Paris that has surged in her all these many years and now, at last, has found consummation.

He does, however, make one small attempt to stay interested. During the Hop-on-Hop-off Bus Tour of Paris, as the taped program drones out the names of the different fascinating locations with massive historical significance in eight languages, a thought comes unasked for into Dexter's slowly suffocating brain.

Before I could reach any decision, Rita came back with Lily Anne. "Would you like to burp her, Dexter?" she said with a Madonna-like smile—the Madonna in the paintings, not the one with the fancy bra.

This is Dexter Morgan," I said, and I realized I had unconsciously copied his stentorian tone. I cleared my throat to show that I didn't know I'd done it, and said, "I have some very important information to give you," I said. "Um, about my case.

My fantasy is, if I wasnt on Dexter, I would move my family to London and work for the BBC on Doctor Who.

'Lucky' is for laughs, and there's really nothing funny that I'm doing on 'Dexter.' I think more than anything, both comment on the fact that anybody is capable of anything. Just because they are the shy guy in the corner doesn't mean that they are a harmless little bunny.

I'm always excited to work and excited to be on a show as good as 'Dexter,' for sure.

Dexter's wife, Jackie, was alone in the parsonage on the other side of the church