He had the sudden urge to put his arms around her, but the look on her face said that if he made a move toward her, she would move away, and maybe sh… - Pat Cadigan

It gets tricky here, but it’s always seemed to be that sanity is, or can be, as relative as anything else. Sacrifice an animal to Zeus and predict the future from the formation of its entrails—do that as a general in ancient Greece hoping for victory in a coming battle and you’re prudent. Do it today and you’re a clinical paranoid and a mean one, too. Sanity, like customs and manners, seems to have a strong basis in the accepted standards of a particular time and place.

That was it, then, civilization was officially collapsed if the cops had stopped ticketing abandoned cars and roosted on them instead.

Keep your best whiskey in a bottle marked ‘mouthwash.’