Zitate und Sprüche von Vince Masuka

Man, the Christmas spirit around here sucks big reindeer dicks.

Maybe it takes a beast to catch a beast.

Children trust that when we put them to bed at night they’ll live to see another day. Adults are not always so fortunate.

It’s wrong, what people say about dying. I’m not flashing back over my life, over the lives I’ve taken. I’m thinking about the life I’ll miss – Harrison. I’ll miss watching my son grow up

Death by Dexter. Fantastic idea. Kill. Him.

Most people believe we have free will. That we all choose our path. Sometimes the path is clear, sometimes not so much. Every twist, every turn can challenge our sense of direction.

I was drawn to science out of curiosity. Any questions I had, the answers were already there. But even science is never certain. Even the soundest of theories is subject to new data… and there are some things, even science can’t explain.

I have to do whatever it takes to keep Deb from the full truth. I have to keep my secret safe. Otherwise, my life… her life… will never be the same.

Wayne called her the Robin to his Batman. But with better legs.

Fight or flight. That’s a part of everyone’s lizard brain. Speltzer may have a lizard brain like me. But his shortcoming is he doesn’t have much of a human brain.

All of us have some kind of longing. A need crying out to be met. Some of us get what we want and we’re happy. But some of us are never satisfied.

Jesus f*cking Christ, Dexter. You moved your girlfriend into the house where Trinity murdered your wife so you could kill together?

She isn’t drawn to my darkness like Lila, or blind to it like Rita. And she doesn’t need it like Lumen. She accepts both sides of me. The whole Dexter. So why am I walking away from this? Because when some chemicals mix they combust. And explode.

Sometimes life subtracts. Sometimes it adds. Do you realize what happened? We were looking out for each other. That’s big for people like us. Maybe even historic.

I’m not gonna stop seeing Hannah just because she’s a murderer, and my sister wants to kill her…

I’m not sure what this is exactly, or what’s coming. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. Out of my control. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel… safe.

Look at her. So beautiful. But can you ever fully trust a poisoner?

We all make rules for ourselves. It’s these rules that help define who we are. So when we break those rules, we risk losing ourselves and becoming something unknown. Who is Deb now? Who am I? Is this a new beginning? Or the beginning of the end?

Why do I get the feeling you want to wrap him up in plastic?

Is that your plan to keep Debra from going over to the dark side? Give her a massive sugar rush?

One downside of our big brains is we're the only creatures who are aware that death is inevitable. Although, if you lined ten dogs in a row and shot them one by one, the dog on the end would probably get the gist by about dog four.