He just lived in constant fear for his life.

Our fear is we're going to get in and find nothing, that this whole thing is a sham.

(Or maybe she was just more afraid of being like everyone else.)

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

I believe that words are strong, that they can overwhelm what we fear when fear seems more awful than life is good.