Quote by Oscar Wilde

“It was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and pressing my shuttering lips against his burning flesh. My palms…

— Jennifer L. Brown

“The table was a pool of candlelight -- so bright that the rest of the room seemed almost black, with the faces of the…

— Dodie Smith

“I thought his wooden leg was part of the table at first. My bad, buddy.”

— Jarod Kintz

“She was his like a table or a chair, but a table owned you, too - by your fingerprints.”

— Graham Greene

“He stood in front of me now, on the other side of the table, and I found myself standing, too. Both our eyes filled…

— Sweet Evil Wendy Higgins

“He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the…

— Haruki Murakami

“I didn't respond to him. Couldn't speak at all. Couldn't look at his self-mutilation--not even the clean, bandaged version of it. Instead, I looked…

— Wally Lamb

“He dusted off the shoulder tab and stared at it, so light in his hand, so inconsequential. It was hard to believe that a…

— Mark Mills

“He’d polished that old coffee table a few times since he had arrived, but the dust seemed to meander from room to room like…

— Ania Ahlborn

“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the…

— Emma Törzs

“She haunted the makeup department until she was bored, then took a look around home furnishings. She wasn't ever going to get another dining…

— Neil Gaiman

“Manners flew out the window--along with tables, chairs, lamps and anything else that was of little obvious use and had the misfortune not to…

— Noel Monk