I tried hard to make a picture of her face in my mind.

It took time for the sounds to make sense in his mind, she knew.

It wasn't a matter of making pictures in his mind.

Which might have been natural, given what he was, but they made him no easier in his mind.

She looked around again, trying to make notes in her mind.

Everything makes sense in my mind, how it happened and all.

Had he made her in his mind into something she was not?

The familiar voice finally made a place for itself in his mind.

But for once a stream's voice made no words in his mind.

He even loved the sound the words made in his mind.