Dear sleep, l'm sorry l hated you when l was little, now l cant get enough of you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
