“I got a huge knot in my stomach because if Antarctica could talk, it would be saying only one thing: you don't belong here.”

“I think I'd rather be heading to detention right now than to talk to him. My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.”

“To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.”

“We could all spend a lifetime unraveling the knots of our childhood, but at some point you realize the knots are no longer yours. They belong to your parents, and their parents before them. The legacy is long and complicated, the damage passed on through generations, until one day someone finally stops and says: This story does not belong to me. ~"This I Know”

“My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.”

“Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away. ”