The thought of people drew him like a lure.

Now he found his mind swerving off when his thoughts drew near to certain subjects.

He realized his thoughts had drawn him into contemplative silence and shook himself.

And before he could consider the notion further, the thoughts racing through his mind drew him away to other, more vital matters.

It could not, as long as the thought of reaching the river drew her onward.

All these thoughts drew from him an involuntary sigh, and he went to the window to breathe.

Still, the thought of the Jaspers in that sack drew his hand.

The thought of getting out like Mr. Baldwin drew a shudder.

As though the thought had drawn attention to him, he heard the slosh and swish of someone walking slowly through the marsh nearby.

As she neared the city gates, the thought of the journey ahead drew her on.