It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work.
None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. - often influence my subject matter.
She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.
Now peculiar scraps of knowledge were stuck to him like lint from all his jobs.
I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place.
Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.