Quote by Robert Galbraith

“In the widely open cup of the armchair was I-330. I, on the floor, embracing her limbs, my head on her lap. We were…

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

“She said little in answer to the strenuous Pressures with which at last he ventur’d to enfold her, but not thinking it Decent, for…

— Eliza Haywood

“She stayed there, in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, on a chair, without a fire, without a thought.”

— Guy de Maupassant

“Desperately she reached for his dark head, pulled him harder against her, and his tongue slipped over the aching bud of her sex. The…

— Lisa Kleypas

“leading her away from the worktable to sit on the unmade couchbed, lumpy pillows, blankets humped sad and cold.”

— Kathe Koja

“She was learning that if she pretended to be weak and frightened, and dabbed at her eyes with a lacy handkerchief, she could turn…

— Philip Pullman

“The sofa was lumpy enough to have had a body sewed into it; stuffing spilled out of the arms where the victim had tried…

— Christopher Moore

“She entered the manor, but couldn’t help feeling that she was trying to hold together a carpet as dozens of people pulled out threads…

— Brandon Sanderson

“She felt warm and satisfied, but all the questions and uncertainty about the true nature of their connection still lurked there in the background,…

— Christa Faust

“[S]he found it impossible to move, the weight of her failure keeping her anchored to the sofa.”

— Kevin Wilson

“Somehow she always seems blurred, as though to focus on anything that exists beyond a canvas might prove too difficult for her tiny frame…

— Jessica Warman

“Getting out of bed, out of a chair, changing her position, was like moving furniture.”

— Louise Erdrich