Quote by Sue Grafton

“But there’s something about sitting at someone else’s desk that makes you feel like looking in the drawers. I resisted the impulse briefly. Then…

— Stephen R. Donaldson

“I picked it up, stared at it, and thought: Why am I the one bending and lifting while he sits downstairs complaining about his…

— Belinda Kelderhouse

“Raining. Oh, brother, a scratch on the fender. Damn rabbi on his unicycle. Wait a minute, where are my car keys? Could have sworn…

— Woody Allen

“With no sums to keep his conscience at bay, the black book loomed large, creeping into his line of sight. He scanned the room…

— Karen Witemeyer

“windows and doors.  His thoughts kept returning to the parked PT Cruiser in the driveway. ”

— Brian Harmon

“He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and…

— Faraaz Kazi

“Another nagging little question lodged like a bit of grapeshot in his chest. It was nothing major, but the place where he stored them…

— John Darnielle

“an idea hit him, he sat wherever he was—at his desk, kitchen table, a bar, or behind the wheel of his car—gnawing on his…

— Rebecca Skloot

“I hid my underwear beneath a parked Peugeot.”

— Jonathan Ames

“First, it’s used.” “Now look here,” Teddy Jo growled. “It’s not a Cadillac. It’s a body freezer. The value doesn’t drop because you drive…

— Ilona Andrews

“When he finally let the car it was because e could no longer bear his own company in such a confined space.”

— Mark Haddon

“She borrowed my car, often, while I was at work, even though she had her own.”

— B.M. Hardin