I need a knife.

And I say that sincerely, partly because I need that!

Maybe I do need a definition of life in order to make that kind of distinction.

I talked to a woman this past week whose father was a famous doctor.

Jesus answered them, Those who are healthy have no need for a physician, but those who are sick do.

And Jesus answering said unto them, They that are whole need not a physician but they that are sick.

When Jesus heard it, he said to them, Those who are healthy have no need for a physician, but those who are sick do.

But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.

And he said, I need your arms, but I need two of them.

I need your help.

I need the keys.

I need help.

I need time.

I need a pencil.

I need my key.

I need you.

I need your advice.

When Jesus heard it, he said to them, Those who are healthy have no need for a physician, but those who are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

When Jesus heard it, he saith unto them, They that are whole have no need of the physician, but they that are sick I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

I need to rest.

I need your help.

I need to get a stamp.

I need his help.

I need a translator.

I need a few minutes.

I don't need anything.

I don't need that.

I need that medicine.

I need to concentrate.

I need some rest.

I need those letters.

I need medical help.

One early test is likely to be Afghanistan, when a smiling but firm Obama turns to Europe and says directly You have backed me in immense numbers. I thank you for it.

I don't need all that.

i don't need 2 write it down.

I need to study.

I need to get some stamps.

I need only one cat.

I need to concentrate.

Tomorrow I'll buy what I need.

I need a new beginning.

I need first aid.

I've got to leave soon.

I don't need your help.

But I need a formula. I need some thing to say to myself when I begin thinking obsessionally, obsessively.