In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having… — Martha Gellhorn Copy Share Image
I continued to do arithmetic with my father, passing proudly through fractions to decimals. I eventually arrived at the point where so… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
Morning: Slept. Afternoon: Slept. Evening: Ate grass. Night: Ate grass. Decided grass is boring. Scratched. Hard to reach the itchy bits. Slept. — Jackie French Copy Share Image
