“I'm scared to die," I whispered as Michael walked in."He was scared to live," he said kissing my forehead.”
“I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of living on and on.”
“I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either. I'm scared to live and scared to die.”
“I'm not scared of dying . . . I'm scared that I might enjoy it.”
“If I live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die.”
“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.”