Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring. - Margaret Atwood

You don't believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.

Even sex was no longer what it had once been, though he was still as addicted to it as ever. He felt jerked around by his own dick, as if the rest of him was merely an inconsequential knob that happened to be attached to one end of it. Maybe the thing would be happier if left to roam around on its own.

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your funeral though the real question is whether or not I will make you immortal.