Life is a storeroom filled with boxes, some empty, some misplaced forever. We're what remains, what we've grabbed hold of. — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“Her small bedroom was decorated with cheerfully embroidered samplers, which she had stitched herself, and a shelf containing an intricate shellwork tableau.… — Janet Gleeson Copy Share Image
I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had… — Craig Ferguson Copy Share Image
“loved tagging along when she pushed open the storeroom door and went inside. It was a small room but filled with an… — Jean Naggar Copy Share Image
