“Far in the back of her mind she was thinking. But she could not dredge up these half-formed feelings, these obscure bits of ideas, into clear, definite thoughts. . . . Her mind ticked away, singing a song she could not decipher.” — Helen Wells Copy Share Image
The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo. — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
