I was too worried that she would break down.

I think of heaven as a really comfortable cloud where I can just lie down with my belly down, like I was watching TV when I was a child, and my elbows up.

One day soon after that it was a Friday at the end of the day, I went down I was going down to the subway. It was rush hour and thousands of people were streaming down the stairs.

Now at the time, I was working down the street.

I sat down and felt the blood rush down from my face, and in the heat of the desert, I was freezing cold.

I had to sit down and make lists, because I was ready to go I was ready to check out of this world.

And as I looked down on the ground, I noticed there was some ants running around.

I was just sitting there thinking, I've got to slow this down.

But some years ago I was on an elevator in Philadelphia, coming down.

I break down.

I strip down.

And the Wolfram stuff I was taking notes and I was writing down all the search words I could use, because I think that's going to go on in my autism lectures.

Now, I was 16. I was very worried about what my peers at school might think if they saw me running up and down this hill.

I promise I won't let you down.

I did it just last week. It was on a Tuesday evening down by Columbus Circle.

May I sit down?

I was 26. I remember sitting there looking down at my sledge. I had my skis ready to go, I had a satellite phone, a pump action shotgun in case I was attacked by a polar bear.

I went down. I go, Where's my son?

I wasn t going to strip down, for what was being stripped off were the rags of humanity.

Through a window I was let down in a basket by the wall, and escaped his hands.

Wait until I sit down.

I wasn t there, but I received news of my classmate who was gunned down while escaping from the southern area of the camp.

I was downstairs by the front door, and I was waiting for a taxi, and my son came down the stairs and he'd made a card for me. And he was carrying it.

Then I went down to the potter's house, and behold, he was making a work on the wheels.

And through a window in a basket was I let down by the wall, and escaped his hands.

I remember one time being up near the summit, I reached into my down jacket for a drink from my water bottle, inside my down jacket, only to discover that the water was already frozen solid.

I wrote down his phone number.

I sat down next to him.

I sat down next to her.

I saw the window roll down.

I kneel with my head down.

I broke down the door because I lost the key.

I write everything down I feel uneasy without my notebook.

I stayed thrilled until I got home, threw the helmet onto my bed, fell down onto my bed and realized inside there was an inscription.

Subzero Blue from Tunisia visits the Aquarium in Carthage and writes I was expecting a really cool aquarium, but I was somewhat let down, as it turned out to be pretty mediocre.

I want to go down like that.

i don't need 2 write it down.

I moved out of the house, I got a job, I found a girl, I settled down and I realize it sounds like a bad sitcom or a Cat Stevens' song but life was pretty good.

I, like most of you, was sitting down, the day after Christmas in 2004, when I was watching the devastating news of the Asian tsunami as it rolled in, playing out on TV.

In fact, it had got to the point where I raised the gavel and was going to bring it down because there was complete silence, and I assumed that we had made it.

The clinic was closed down.

The clinic was closed down.

Sami's restaurant was shut down.

The hotel was burned down.

(Laughter) when I fell and my legs, still attached to my snowboard (Laughter) went flying down the mountain and I was on top of the mountain still.