“I am gripped by an existential panic.”
“I am in charge, therefore I am officially the only one allowed to panic.”
“Sometimes I wake up at night in a panic. Wondering: What will my life be like? And sometimes I even wonder: Who am I? What am I doing here, on this planet, in this city, in this house? And it gives me the shivers, makes me panic.”
“I am a crab. I am thinking crabby thoughts. I am tightening my grip on this rock with my big red pincers.”
“Nothing works. My throat, my eyelids - nothing but my heart, which - oh god – am I having a panic attack? No, no, you don't almost orgasm with a panic attack.”
“I am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'...'And I won't give up.”