A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

Time for the world to end.

Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

I stare at her. I've always known that it's impossible to argue with Belinda, not because she's particularly good at it, but because she's so bad at it- that there is no common ground to work from. She simply sees the world she wants to see it and no amount of logic can change her mind.

It's like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it.

It's an either/or world now.