“I just wished there was more room in my little body to accommodate all these violent wild feelings that kept screaming around inside me. I already had so much stuff squashed in there--liver and appendix and intestines and heart and all that junk. There no room for feelings. But they still managed to squeeze in somewhere. Most of them lived in my stomach--a whole huge mess of them in there--but some kept crawling over my hands, and some stuck in my throat like I'd swallowed a doorknob. ”