Everyone's got a different story.
Everybody's damaged by something.
You know who you belong to Jack? - Yeah. Yourself. - He's wrong, actually, I belong to Ma. p. 261 Room by E Donoghue
I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.
I read three books a week.
I'm a huge planner, more and more so as the years go by.