The seas and the weathers are what is; your vessels adapt to them or sink. - Tim Powers

Now she was giving him a worried look. “Say something sane.”
He smiled bleakly, his eyes on the cars ahead. “You and I are not normal people.”
“Huh.” She shook her head. “That’s not sane, that’s just true.”

Bradshaw sighed and swallowed, feeling the volatile coldness in his throat and trying to remember what tequila tasted like. Pepper and turpentine, as far as he could recall.

“Whats o’clock?”
It wants a quarter to twelve,
And to-morrow’s doomsday.