“I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid.”
“But nothing in here can hurt you unless I make it," said Holden gently, "so it's really me you're afraid of, right?”
“This is very domestic of you," he said. "It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.”
“But I do get afraid. It's just that fear makes me sort of . . . angry and resentful, and I bite back at it. It's hard to describe."It isn't hard to describe, you idiot," Aud said. "It's called courage.”
“Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared.”
“You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”