One never sleepwalks through grizzlyland, dreaming of other places to be.
Where the Wild Things Were: Life, Death, and Ecological Wreckage in a Land of Vanishing PredatorsThe roads of life are strewn with the wreckage of run-down and half-finished loves.
Ralph W. SockmanLiterature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Virginia Woolfthe path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.
2013: A Stellar CollectionSometimes I think it is my fate to live in the wreckage and confusion of crumbling houses.
By the SeaLiterature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
A Room of One's Own