The world is like a peppery horse.

If he senses fear in the touch of your hand, he'll give you trouble." "It's all so big and aloof.

It isn't friendly as I thought it would be.

I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating.
He drew her away from this thought.

"I read those stories." "Are they good ?" "He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about.