There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear wi — Ayn Rand, Anthem
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There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

— Ayn Rand, Anthem
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My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead. — Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Lexicon
Suppressing the fear of death makes it all the stronger. The point is only to know, beyond any shadow of doubt, that "I" — Alan W. Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
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