What We Needed Were Not

I'm Scared," She Said. "these Days I Feel Like A Snail Without A Shell." "i'm Scared Too," I Said. "i Feel Like A Frog Without Any Webs." She Looked Up And Smiled. Wordlessly We Walked Over To A Shaded Part Of The Building And Held Each Other And Kissed, A Shell-less Snail And A Webless Frog.

My Shadow Is Only Half Of What It Should Be." "everyone Has Their Shortcomings.

Tell Me, Doctor, Are You Afraid Of Death?" "i Guess It Depends On How You Die.

Pointless Thinking Is Worse Than No Thinking At All.

Exerting Yourself To The Fullest Within Your Individual Limits: That's The Essence Of Running, And A Metaphor For Life