The anticipation of loss is much more frightening than the actual loss as anticipation leaves room for the imagination to create that which, in all likelihood, will never transpire.

Sadly, it seems that I have the proclivity to create plenty of devils, but most of the time I don’t even go looking for angels.

Fear is my mind painstakingly creating the worse-case scenario and then putting it on steroids.

I can attempt to stay on the fence. However, the problem is that the fence is a figment of my fear not a reality of my journey.

Mark felt eyes on him as tight as a sniper's aim.

Paranoia is just the bastard child of fear and good sense." (Charlie)

"Poor thing. Let's adopt it, give it a last name and raise it right." (Jace)

"You want to get it a puppy, too?"

"Sure. We'll call it Panic. It and little Paranoia can play together at the park and scare the hell out of all the other kids.