Most first books, and many later ones, are words written for nothing.

She hadn't thought so when the words had been written.

The right hand wrote new words on a piece of paper.

After all, writing words on paper had nothing to do with him and her.

When he was writing the words, they had seemed so right.

I was able to write the last words only with great effort.

He wrote the words as a child of six would write them.

My own words, written more than a year before, came back.

There was not a word written on any of them.

A number and a word were written on that paper.