Conviction without experience makes for harshness.
When she told a story, she rolled her eyes and waved her head and was very dramatic.
Not-writing is a good deal worse than writing.
Go warn the children of God of the terrible speed of mercy.
She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.
I was a very ancient twelve; my views at that age would have done credit to a Civil War veteran. I am much younger now than I was at twelve or anyway, less burdened. The weight of the centuries lies on children, I'm sure of it.