Cole, for Christ's sake, will you stop staring at me like I'm beefcake of the month?

— Simon Holt

Devour your fear.

— Simon Holt

Fear is the cancer

— Simon Holt

Good. I need you to be scared. Very, very scared. And then you'll never be scared again.

— Simon Holt

If you don't know learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.

— Simon Holt

If you don't learn how to be scared, you'll never really learn how to be brave.

— Simon Holt

I know a secret, and secrets breed paranoia.

— Simon Holt

I think you inhaled too much lead from those scantron sheets

— Simon Holt

It was safe to assume he'd not only read the play but then re-read it, cross-referenced the annotations, and probably joined an online chat group called Buds of the Bard or something equally nerdy

— Simon Holt

Lusty blacksmiths and naughty princesses. Now that's scary

— Simon Holt