“I'm not scared of dying . . . I'm scared that I might enjoy it.”

“I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact.""I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.”

“I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living on and on.”

“I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either. I'm scared to live and scared to die.”

“I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.”

“I hope you die....P.S. If you do die, I'm going to go to the funeral and finger your corpse.”

“That was one of the bravest, stupidest things you’ve everdone,” he said into my hair. “You just scared ten years offmy life.”I let out a little laugh, adrenaline still pumping through mysystem. “You’re immortal, dummy.”“I was before I met you,” he quipped.”