I love layers!
When you remove layers, simplicity and speed happen.
The traces of upheavals become more impressive when one moves a little higher, when one gets even closer to the foot of the great mountain ranges. There are still plenty of shell layers. We notice them, even thicker and more solid ones.
I'm a woman who carries around all these layers of fear and vulnerability.
Everyone has different layers to who they are.
That's the novelist's job: to peel back the layers and look underneath.
Sandwich every bit of criticism between two layers of praise.
A grownup is a child with layers on.