Mom, is the world coming to an end?" Jonny asked, picking up the plate of cookies and ramming one into his mouth.… — Susan Beth Pfeffer Copy Share Image
If there was a little room somewhere in the British Museum that contained only about twenty exhibits and good lighting, easy chairs,… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share Image
You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Then he continues his rant,saying, "And even if I didn't know them, I know their type." "And what type is that?" she… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes… — Frank Zappa Copy Share Image
I'm coming to believe that there are two kinds of people... those who choose to be masters of their own fate and… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Tofu and futons. The adepts of Orientalism seem to spend most of their lives reclining. They can't quite summon the energy to… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
he first make-up crew had three test runs, so by the time we were shooting, they got it down to three hours.… — Tinsel Korey Copy Share Image
He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious. Shane sat with his hands clutching at… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
Of all the delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Banks and churches and courtrooms all depend on the appurtenances of theatre. On illusion. Banks, the illusion of stability and honourable dealings… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I wish you could see the two cats drowsing side by side in a Victorian nursing chair, their paws, their ears, their… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Lord Macon deposited his wife into a chair and then knelt next to her, clutching one of her hands. "Tell me truthfully… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
Civilization is drugs, alcohol, engines of war, prostitution, machines and machine slaves, low wages, bad food, bad taste, prisons, reformatories, lunatic asylums,… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
Suddenly I realized that I wanted everything to be as it was when I was younger. When you're young enough, you don't… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
I have noticed that most men when they enter a barber shop and must wait their turn, drop into a chair and… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I woke up early one morning a couple of years ago and felt the tenderness of my being alone, the bitter sweetness… — Roger Housden Copy Share Image
International correspondents with their long dictaphones, and dirty jeans, and five hundred words before whiskey, are slouched over the red velvet chairs,… — Binyavanga Wainaina Copy Share Image
But I don't think that sculpture belongs in everyday life like a table does, or like a chair. — Anthony Caro Copy Share Image
I did study the art of being a barber because I wanted to figure out what my routine would be. Do you… — Sean Patrick Thomas Copy Share Image
People who are close to me know, they so know that there were days when I was so tired that I would… — Emma Watson Copy Share Image
She pulled off Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse and settled down in a comfortable leather chair by the fire to read. — Lucinda Riley Copy Share Image
