“I’m going, and don’t you dare try to stop me.”I ran through the door, willing myself to make it downstairs before I started to cry.”

“I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.”

“You’ve stopped crying. I’m glad. I don’t want you to cry anymore.”

“I don’t know when I’m going to stop when I start—or start when I stop. That’s why I simply love continuously.”

“I think unconsciously I was afraid that if she asked me how I felt, my unleashed grief and rage would kill us all. In some unadmitted corner of myself I was already weeping and screaming and begging her not to leave me, not to go. If I started crying for real, only her comfort could make me stop, and if she died before she had finished comforting me, then I would be left to cry forever.”

“I don’t play with cheaters and I don’t care if you are three seconds older than me, you don’t tell me what to do. I’m not your bitch, boy.Then stop acting like one. Whoever heard of Fear being a cry-baby.The same people who made Dread a cheater. (Phobos)Oh, go cry to mama, you nancy-boy. (Deimos)”