“She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.”
“If she is afraid of mirrors she is afraid of herself.”
“What are we so afraid of? Why don't we let 'em tell us we're afraid? What is it they're afraid of?" She picked up the stocking she had been darning, turned it in her hands, was silent awhile; finally she said, "What are they afraid of us for?”
“She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.”
“She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.”
“He was thinking, but she could tell he wasn't good at it....'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?”