Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.

Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

Listen to your second thought, or the third might be too late.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.