I like sparkles; I think I'm a magpie.
Authors are magpies, echoing each other's words and seizing avidly on anything that glitters.
My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.
I'm a bit of a magpie: whatever I see or hear or read feeds into the songs,
We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.