“Pixiophobia: a fear of Pixies.I made this up, but believe me it should be a word because it sure is a legitimate fear.”

“The only thing that scares me now is me.The [person] I might become. The [person] I dont ever want to be.Everybody has fears, right? But how many have my fear?Enough, it seems. Because there's a name for it.Autophobia.Fear of oneself.”

“It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.”

“you have to face your fear.”

“I crumple on my bed. For a second, i believed that what i wanted more than anything in the world had come true. For a second, i believed that my dad was back. but he isn't. He's gone again. he's really truly gone and i know it. i know i'll never see him again no matter how much i want to. The candle in me has blown out and i'm afraid, really, really afraid, because my biggest fear is true. i have to live my life without my dad, my running partner, the guy who taught me amnesty and sang john lennon songs really off key.”

“the PE teachers are into strudel," Issie says. '"I'm not sure why. It's so gooey." Gooey is good," Nick says. "Seriously?" I ask him. "You like strudel.""I like a lot of things that aren't good for me." He smiles slowly at me. My mouth must be hanging open because he starts laughing. "You made her blush!" Issie says. "Don't blush, Zara. He's just teasing.”

“Issie?“After a second her voice comes out small and tired. “I'm not here.““Oh.“ I back up so I can stare at the bathroom door. No feet. “Then I should probably freak out because the toilet is talking back to me, huh? A little too many pain meds for Zara today.”