I had a Viking sense of entitlement to whatever provisions I could plunder.
It's doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.
His tiredness hurt so much it kept him awake.
This wasn't the person he'd thought he was, or would have chosen to be if he'd been free to choose, but there was something comforting and liberating about being an actual definite someone, rather than a collection of contradictory potential someones.
But the first lesson reading teaches is how to be alone.
But she was seventeen now and not actually dumb. She knew that you could love somebody more than anything and still not love the person all that much, if you were busy with other things.