“Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.”
“Tonight, I feel small. An entire night in the city seems to be too much for me, too immense for me to get lost in. By now it's past one, the after-hours city is in full swing, and morning is a long way off.”
“Something like fear chilled me as I sat there in the small hours alone-I say alone, for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realise.”
“Fears locked in small brains are much too large to pass through the orifice of the mouth.”
“It is the way of my people to use light words at such times and say less than they mean. We fear to say too much. It robs us of the right words when a jest is out of place.”
“There is no time for fear. It's much too interesting.”