“The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.”
“There's nothing as scary as the future.”
“At least there's nothing scary about him and hopefully he doesn't see anything scary in me. We go way back, to summer camp. We KNOW each other. People I don't know just make me want to say YIKES! I'll take history over mystery any day of the week.”
“Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?”
“...Loving someone so much and knowing you can’t be with them was cripplingly painful.”
“You know what I mean. Is it true the folk hereabouts”—he pointed to the land ahead—“are cripples? Missing half their hindquarters?”“The fauns? Cripples?” I laughed. “By the gods who made them, no!”