I was only 23 or 24 years old, and the thought of a political career had never really hit me.

And as I said it, another thought hit me straight between the eyes.

He was about to turn back when a thought hit him.

Then the thought hit me, they're trying to fix us in place.

And then the thought hit him again: this was to be his place.

The thought hit her so hard she started to cry.

This time, the thought hit him like a club to the back of the head.

A thought left over from last night suddenly hit me.

A further thought hit him: Who was he to play games with professionals like this?

The thought of working on the brain from another direction did hit home.