“Fear is a memory of better times. Fear is a dream.”
“Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...”
“But time passes. Fear becomes a memory. Terror becomes routine; it loses its grip.”
“Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.”
“Fear is the thief of dreams.”
“Is it better to be loved or feared?”