Tina

“His body was worn and weathered, his skin scratched with lines mapping the miles of his life.”
― Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption

“When the weatherman spoke he did so in smooth, rolling clauses, full of long words such as schoolmasters use when they are teasing a favored pupil, but he told them very little about himself. His talk was like cotton candy, that huge sweet bauble that fills the eye but leaves little in your belly when you've eaten it.”
― Peter Dickinson, The Weathermonger

“She left them before Bagwy Llydiart, in midsentence. Geoffery and Sally got the subject and verb, and the girl who opened the farm door to her got the object.”
― Peter Dickinson, The Weathermonger

“He...breathed in
heavy gulps of air to prove to himself that he was three-dimensional.”
― Irving Stone, The Agony and the Ecstasy