“I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...”

“I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.”

“I want to save her because..." Even though he was speaking to her, he never took his eyes off mine. "Because I'm a better man with her. Because I can't imagine going back to being who I was before I met her. Because I'm afraid...that I could be that monster again without her here loving me.”

“I am afraid. I'm afraid of everything. I'm afraid of the dark, of closed-in spaces, of being alone and of getting too close. I'm afraid that I'll never again have the life I've always known, my feet in the dust and my heart full. I'm afraid of being alive; I'm afraid to die.”

“I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like every one else.”

“I am a person before I am anything else. I never say I am a writer. I never say I am an artist...I am a person who does those things.”