“I'm not afraid,” I said, reminding myself and also putting the house on notice just in case.“Well, that's a good thing,” a voice said.I screamed and whirled around.”

“I'm just glad you're okay," he said. "I heard you scream, and I ran right over."Well, that's one way to get a guy's attention, I thought.”

“For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.”

“I'm not afraid of new things. I'm just afraid of feeling alone even when there's somebody else there. I'm afraid of feeling bad. Maybe that's selfish, but it's the way I feel.”

“I know," I said, "but it scares me. It reminds me of my father."I'm not your father," said Mark. "Repeat after me, 'Mark Feldman is not my father.'"Mark Feldman is not my father," I said.Am I fat?" said Mark.No," I said.Am I bald?"No."Do I smell of Dr. Scholl's foot pads?"No," I said.I rest my case," said Mark.”

“I think Poe's quite good, actually. The whole casual horror thing. Like someone standing next to you and screaming their head off and you asking them what the fuck and them stopping for a moment to say 'Oh you know, I'm just afraid of death' and then they keep on with the screaming.”