I’m afraid of dying suddenly or dying young.
I worry that I’ll never really feel like I’ve become a true artist.
I always order the same two things at Thai restaurants—Panang and Massaman— for fear I won’t like another dish.
Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m too pragmatic.
Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m too imaginative.
I’m afraid that in my past I may have hurt someone beyond repair.
I’m afraid I’m losing my hearing.
I’m afraid that in a fight I may actually hurt someone.