Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.

I can't tell him I need him. I can't need him, period -- or really, we can't need each other, because who knows how long either of us will last in this war?

i happen to enjoy categorization.

Looking away is submissive. Looking [..] in the eye is a challenge.