“Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,I'm a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?”
“I'm not scared of dying . . . I'm scared that I might enjoy it.”
“I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living on and on.”
“I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either. I'm scared to live and scared to die.”
“If I live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die.”
“Don't do that Echo." "Don't do what?" He clutched my hand and gently rubbed his fingers over it. "Be scared of me." Noah sat up a little and i sank low enough to rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm not scared of you." What you do to my body, maybe, but not you.”