Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.
A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt dangerous.
Brooke was special in the sense that we grew up together on that island.
We live in an age of instant knowledge. And there’s almost a sense of entitlement to that.
You know those actors who have a sense for how they should be used? I don’t think I have that.
Help the man-in-the-street make sense of the bewildering.
If your sense of self is destabilised, to imagine being another becomes pretty easy.