“That's called terror. Its confusion and a little paranoia and a nice big dose of panic.”

“Paranoia is just the bastard child of fear and good sense." (Charlie)"Poor thing. Let's adopt it, give it a last name and raise it right." (Jace)"You want to get it a puppy, too?""Sure. We'll call it Panic. It and little Paranoia can play together at the park and scare the hell out of all the other kids.”

“Little girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.”

“That's nice! You have called me Eponine!”

“That's nice, isn't it?" Edith said. "That little kid is so trusting it's kind of holy, but if his trust were misplaced it would really be holy.”

“As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond or somewhere similar, You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice little climate of panic.”