Often I'd take out my magnifying glass and stare into the chaos that was her face.
It make one's mouth hurt to speak with such forced merriment.
It hardly seemed fair, because, unlike a horse or a Seeing Eye dog, the whole glory of being a bird is that nobody would ever put you to work.
The things I've bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.
The rabbit of Easter. He bring of the chocolate.
whenever I read a passage that moves me, I transcribe it in my diary, hoping my fingers might learn what excellence feels like.