Lilith Saintcrow Quotes

Fear can give you urgent wings.

I don’t wanna die, man. They’re not playing. Have you seen how many of them are out there? One just took a shot at me, so unlike you morons, I’m hiding. Hiding is nice. (Vik)

When someone is drowning and you try to save them, they're more likely to drown you before you pull them out.

Oh, no, I was afraid of that! I'd better go and hide.

A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.

I went to lunch at the Ivy. People started running across the street, and one guy almost got hit by a car. I started to freak out. That put me into hiding for three weeks. I didn't leave the house.

If someone throws you in a pool and you can't swim, you're going to struggle.

Every time I get the ball, I have to kick it as hard and as far as I can.

I know the feeling of confusion and betrayal. I know the feeling of fearing for my life.

I spent the first 33 years of my life with secrets, and lots of them. I spent a great deal of energy worrying over what people thought and obscuring the things I was ashamed of... trying to appear what I thought was normal.

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.

She asked me what was wrong, and I told her I had to end it. She was surprised, and asked my why I thought so. I told her it wasn't a thought, more a feeling, like I couldn't breathe and knew I had to get some air. It was a survival instinct, I told her. She said it was time for dinner. Then she sat me down and told me not to worry. She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, your'e disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem.

Omygod, I haven’t got years. I’ll have to hide in the Bat Cave.” “Once you go to the Bat Cave it’s forever, babe.” Eeek.

Fear arises sooner than anything else.

So we become alive in a time of fear.

No one really has the power, and everybody's trying to get through the day, and everybody's nervous and desperate.

Panic. You open your mouth. Open it so wide your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air, NOW, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you're breaithing through a drinking straw. Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can manage is a croak. Your hands wriggle and shake. Somewhere a dam has cracked open and a flood of cold sweat spills, drenches your body. You want to scream. You would if you could. Cut you have to breathe to scream. Panic.

Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A barely-there smile.

Run scared ... and they never catch you.

I fought, I fought harder . . . but one cell at a time, panic crept into my body, taking me over.

Fear is a survival instinct; fear in its way is a comfort for it means that somewhere hope is alive.

There are no atheists on turbulent airplanes.

We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.

In human affairs, the best stimulus for running ahead is to have something we must run from.