What if it turns out that a life isnโt defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom youโve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?
Jodi PicoultSometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.
Jodi Picoult