“it's as if I'm afraid to spoil the charm of what has only just passed by a serious book or some serious occupation. As if this ugly dream and all the impressions it left behind are so dear to me that I'm even afraid to touch it with something new, lest it vanish in smoke!”
“This book made me feel strangely awkward, because I'm afraid of finding my own story in it. I take books too seriously.”
“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'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact.""I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.”
“I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.”
“It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him."I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you.”