What people say about paper

I could hardly get out of bed, or walk a step. At last, an old lady advised me to take Cardul, and since taking it, I can go anywhere.

They went away happy, clutching their notebooks in their paws like children with sweets at the end of a birthday party.

In the early years they used to try to catch me out. They would do research, come along with a little piece of truth concealed in their pocket.

I felt a strange sensation inside. Like the past coming to life. The watery stirring of a previous life turning in my belly.

I considered his request. I turned it over in my mind, weighed up the likely consequences. He disturbed me, this boy, with his pale face and his burning eyes.