As long as I have my health, I want to be reporting somewhere.
Why go somewhere else and start up all over again?
I just kind of put my feelings away somewhere after that.
My husband is a general’s chauffeur somewhere in France.
The real Malala is gone somewhere, and I can’t find her.
There’s an intelligent redneck in all of us somewhere.
The one thing you shouldn’t do is try to tell a cab driver how to get somewhere.