“What was worry,after all, but a kind of fear? It was fear for the future. And in fact the future was bound to bring its share of bad things, there was no avoiding that. So worry was really a hopeless enterprise, in that it could not do anything. It was an anticipation of grief, a nightmare of the future. A species of fear, and she was determined not to be afraid.”
—- Excerpt from “Fifty Degrees Below”, Kim Stanley Robinson —-