The search for identity in one's youth is a journey of alternate boredom and agony interrupted by flash of joy. 
Such meticulousness was touching, as though Maggie poured into the house all the tenderness that was rebuffed by those she lived with.
charmed the words out of 
At parties I tend to get analytical, observing people rather than joining in'.
You may as well attempt to colonise the moon with white mice as publish a volume of poetry'.
