Quotes About Fear

My head is full of monsters and I'm one of them.

I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.

But she's not going to call the cops or stab me in my sleep, and what more can you ask of a pretty girl?

Nothing nice happens to murdered women.

How do you explain to someone that you understand their fear, then convince them that it's going to be all right? In my experience, the more you talk about what scares them, the worse it gets. There's not much to do but ride out the fear with them and try to keep them away from liquor and razor blades.

It's not necessary to fill every moment with your own voice. Silence terrifies you. You see your own existence as so tenuous that you're afraid you'll pop like a bubble if, at every opportunity, you don't remind the world that you're alive. But wisdom begins in silence. In learning to listen. To words and to the world. Trust me. You won't disappear. And, in time, you might find that you've grown into something unexpected." "What?

Fear is like curling up under a warm blanket for some people, especially the rich.

When I was Downtown, I learned a lot about making threats. Make them big. Make them outrageous. You're never going to kick someone's ass. You're going to pull out their tongue and pour liquid nitrogen down their throat, chip out their guts with an ice pick, slide in a pane of glass, and turn them into an aquarium.

Of course, aside from fear, the God business runs on sentimentality. That's the only explanation. Unless it's a real estate scam.

Lions or tigers. They must be off somewhere waiting for the right moment to pounce. I like cats and don't want to hurt one, but I will beat a lion to death with a shark if it tries to take a bite out of me.

I close my eyes. "I keep coming back to this one thought: that I know everything about monsters and nothing about people.

Who are you?" I say. "Sawney Bean." I shake him a couple of times. "Sawney Bean? He died three hundred years ago and a million miles away. Try again, Porky." He laughs and grabs my arms. "I'm Sawney and I'll eat your guts for lunch." "Naming yourself after a dead cannibal might scare some people, but you're just a clown to me. Now tell me again why I shouldn't drop you out a window?

Try to stay calm," I say as I shove She-Ra into my pocket. "Things are going to be okay." But I'm not 100 percent sure who I'm trying to convince, and even as I step into a shadow for Max Overdrive I have a bad feeling I'm wrong.

Do they wear masks?" Kasabian says. I think about it for a minute. "Yeah. The ones I've seen." "So they must be scared too." "Maybe. Maybe it's camouflage. Or who dies and who doesn't is just part of the game. The way they decorate their masks, it's like Halloween in the psych ward.

I hate that there are nervous butterflies in my stomach, but there's no denying it.

Janet keeps stabbing and all clever Dan can think to do is roll up like an armadillo and hope he grows armor.

When you jump off a cliff, is it better to land on jagged rocks or burning lava? I know this one. The answer is obvious: It doesn't matter where you land. You just jumped off a cliff.

You were going to say 'You don't know what Wormwood is like. Crossing them is worse than horseradish on ice cream.' I've been hearing that from you assholes for days. Worry about Wormwood later. Right now, I'm the only monster you should be concerned about.

What if you get eaten?" "You won't let that happen." "Honestly, I'm annoyed. I just might.

You're going to protect me, right?" "Define 'protect.'" "You're not going to let it eat me." "Not all of you. That's a promise.

Goddamn nature. All it wants to do is hitch a ride, kill you, or sting you. Sometimes all at once.

I knock on the door and Flicker yells, "Come in." It's dark inside. The only illumination comes from an old Philco Predicta TV. She's watching The Tingler with someone or something else. I mean, it's person shaped but completely black. No face or anything else. It's like a kind of human void next to her on the battered red sofa.

I've been me for so long, what am I going to be if that's gone?

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.