Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.
If you're going to read minds, start with a simple one.
We write by the light of every story we have ever read.
When I read a good book, it's like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.