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   4 Richelle Mead
   4 Nicole Krauss
   4 Jennifer Niven
   4 Colleen Hoover
   4 Anonymous
   3 Woody Allen
   3 Sam Pink
   3 Robert J Crane
   3 Rachel Ren e Russell
   3 Quentin Crisp
   3 Nina LaCour
   3 Mitch Hedberg
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   3 Jessica Sorensen
   3 Jenny Han
   3 Christina Ricci
   3 Charles Bukowski

1:Stillness - out of the rain, a butterfly roams into my room.
   ~ Enomoto Seifu Jo,
2:Lila is by no means the last word. Passing through all these states, I said to the Divine Mother: 'Mother, in these states there is separation. Give me a state where there is no separation.' Then I remained for some time absorbed in the Indivisible Satchidananda. I removed the pictures of the gods and goddesses from my room. I began to perceive God in all beings. Formal worship dropped away. You see that bel-tree. I used to go there to pluck its leaves. One day, as I plucked a leaf, a bit of the bark came off. I round the tree full of Consciousness. I felt grieved because I had hurt the tree. One day I tried to pluck some durva grass, but I found I couldn't do it very well. Then I forced myself to pluck it. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:She a patient waitin in my room ~ Drake
2:I still keep my room clean. ~ Jay McLean
3:Finally, when my room is fully bathed ~ Anonymous
4:I love the world that is my room. ~ Jennifer Niven
5:I don't like people cleaning my room. ~ Larry David
6:My roommate’s a fruit loop dingus. ~ Colleen Hoover
7:My room is so quiet and empty it hurts. ~ Nina LaCour
8:my room and fell onto the bed with ~ Stephen J Cannell
9:I don't have any furniture of mine in my room. ~ Marc Newson
10:I'm going up to my room now, where I may die. ~ Diana Wynne Jones
11:Sshhh…” she responded, entering my room with a ~ Rachel Higginson
12:When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books ~ John Green
13:I took to my room and let small things evolve slowly. ~ Erik Satie
14:When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books. ~ John Green
15:Planning trip around the globe, that is in my room. ~ Demetri Martin
16:C'mon, let's go in my room and abuse drugs and stuff! ~ Daniel Clowes
17:Once in my room I don't have a goddamn clue what to do. ~ Kelly Thompson
18:We need to talk,” Adam said one day, walking into my room. ~ Tyler Oakley
19:The Moon Will Illuminate My Room And Soon Im Consumed By My Doom ~ Kid Cudi
20:The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn. ~ Mason Cooley
21:The other day I walked in on my roommate while I was masturbating. ~ Nick Thune
22:I mean, seriously. I really did have a purple pony in my room. ~ Rachel Van Dyken
23:My room was made up of strange, random things, but then, so was I. ~ Jamie McGuire
24:Stillness - out of the rain, a butterfly roams into my room.
   ~ Enomoto Seifu Jo,
25:To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson
26:I run to my room and slam the door. I hate when Amá sees me cry. — ~ Erika L S nchez
27:Sometimes I just wish I had a day off. I really need to clean my room. ~ Hilary Duff
28:I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere. ~ Jennifer Esposito
29:Okay, I’ll be in my room if you need me. Please don’t need me. Also, ~ Seanan McGuire
30:I look at my roommates who are so proud of me that it makes me proud. ~ Adriana Trigiani
31:I never went back to my room. I took the Fung Wah bus from South Station. ~ Lev Grossman
32:I spend a lot of my time looking at blue, The colour of my room and my mood. ~ Kate Bush
33:Despite breaking into my room, Steve seemed like a pretty decent lizard guy. ~ David Liss
34:My room was only eleven floors above Rosie's, so I walked up the stairs. ~ Graeme Simsion
35:Was I really reading my roommate’s journal behind his back? Of course I was. ~ Junot D az
36:When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room. ~ Woody Allen
37:I had thought my room was bad enough, but there were even more books in Kon's. ~ Tan Twan Eng
38:I was a big sci-fi fantasy geek when I was younger... secretly, in my room. ~ Christina Ricci
39:It’s so quiet in my room that I wonder if this is what being dead sounds like. ~ Matthew Quick
40:I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people. ~ Khaled Hosseini
41:If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room. ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe
42:I sit in my room and often try to find what’s so wrong with me that no one loves me ~ V F Mason
43:Me: I had sex with my roommate. WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW? Oz: You do it again. Duh. ~ Sara Ney
44:My roommate and my boyfriend, they both know I am compulsive and controlling. ~ Christina Ricci
45:I wasn't thriving socially, so I stayed in my room and played guitar all the time. ~ Kurt Cobain
46:I write songs all the time in my room. I play them for my friends and family. ~ Miranda Cosgrove
47:Growing up, my room was covered in posters. I was like, "I want to make posters." ~ Ryan McGinley
48:I don't sit in my room and hide the whole time. I think people know my spirit is real. ~ Kid Rock
49:I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. ~ James Joyce
50:I keep a night light on because my room is so full at night, I can't get to sleep! ~ Sylvia Browne
51:I would lock myself in my room and drink a case of Corona and smoke a load of pot. ~ Ozzy Osbourne
52:I ate lunch then went back to my rooms where I collapsed into bed and fell asleep. ~ Maria V Snyder
53:The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave. ~ Anne Sexton
54:You buy me sheets. You paint my room. What's next? You gonna wash my balls?" -Tate ~ Kristen Ashley
55:Garrett: Allie's gonna crash in my room.
Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room. ~ Elle Kennedy
56:I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room. ~ Jean Rhys
57:Abby being in my room made it feel like home, and the emptiness no longer seemed right. ~ Jamie McGuire
58:By the second tour I had rice cakes and hummus with me, and I was jumping rope in my room. ~ Taylor Dane
59:If you look around my room, you see lots of lists. I'm inspired by what's up on the wall. ~ Phil Keoghan
60:In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel
61:I walk down the hallway and go into my room and call it a day and it calls me something else. ~ Sam Pink
62:The first time my mom found condoms in my room, she literally started crying hysterically. ~ Jason Segel
63:I’d slink back to my room and curl up on the bed like a fish-hook and cry until I was rusty. ~ Jack Gantos
64:And then I go up to my room, climb onto a chair, and contemplate the mechanics of hanging. ~ Jennifer Niven
65:I like to stay in a hotel where it's a dome of silence. I can sit in my room and do nothing. ~ Jim Gaffigan
66:I've never had a message for anyone in my entire life. Except maybe to give out my room number. ~ Bon Scott
67:Fine, but when I get back to my room, I'm adding don't take shit from anyone to the list. ~ Jessica Sorensen
68:It’s okay. I’m fine…really. I couldn’t fit my phone in my clutch, so I left it in my room. ~ Debbie Macomber
69:In my room as a kid... I'd play a fighter and get knocked to the floor and come back to win. ~ Dustin Hoffman
70:My room is never clean. I play 'Guitar Hero' all the time and throw things around my room. ~ Miranda Cosgrove
71:I get sent Bibles. I have a collection of about 20 in my room. People think I need to be guided. ~ Emma Watson
72:I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom. ~ James Joyce
73:Two hours after the melon disaster, I sprawled on the floor of my room. Grounded. With nothing to do. ~ R L Stine
74:When I perform, it's very personal. I'm sharing things I like, inviting the audience into my room. ~ Andy Kaufman
75:Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework? ~ Richelle Mead
76:You know what I regret more than anything?"
"Not kissing you in my room that day. ~ Miranda Kenneally
77:I can’t take living in this dorm,” the voice on speaker says. “My roommate’s a fruit loop dingus. ~ Colleen Hoover
78:I'm a typical college girl; I love to shop and gossip with my roommates about boys and whatnot. ~ Alicia Sacramone
79:When I wake up, I open my eyes very slowly, so anything that may be in my room has a chance to hide. ~ Fran Krause
80:Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night?
Michael: Moms like me. ~ Rachel Caine
81:I’m ready to be on my own, away from the nightmares that haunt my room, my life, my whole world. ~ Jessica Sorensen
82:I'm very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television. ~ Johnny Cash
83:My last night in my room. My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. ~ Stephenie Meyer
84:what tipped me off was the pink nighty I was wearing and the abundance of flowers decorating my room. ~ Graham Parke
85:Even now that I'm married and 28, my room's still intact the way it was when I went to high school. ~ Jordana Brewster
86:Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company. ~ Chuck Palahniuk
87:Survival is important, but even so, I’m still thinking about that almost-kiss as I head off to my room. ~ Brian Yansky
88:I believe everybody should have a room where they get rid of all their releases. So my room was a stage. ~ Jimi Hendrix
89:And my parents finally realize I'm kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: They rent out my room. ~ Woody Allen
90:My philosophy is that when I go out of my room, I'm prepared to love everybody I meet, unless they're bad. ~ Omar Sharif
91:I wanted to be a cartoonist. I was one of those kids who sat around and drew in my room all the time. ~ Michael Stuhlbarg
92:I don’t do that,” he said. “And I especially didn’t do it today in my room between four-thirty and five. ~ Katherine Heiny
93:I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else. ~ Suzanne Collins
94:I passed to my room and went to be, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. despair has it's own calms. ~ Bram Stoker
95:Jesus has been in my room. He has taken my hand and told me, No, Not now. I have other things for you to do. ~ Patsy Cline
96:When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall, and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call. ~ LL Cool J
97:Yeah, hello and good-bye,” Karras growled. “Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my room? ~ William Peter Blatty
98:I really like to put my name on everything, so my roommate doesn't steal it. It's really a throwback to that. ~ Jon Stewart
99:I should have known that every time I open the door of my room I am literally opening a Pandora's Box. ~ John Kennedy Toole
100:passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms. 31 ~ Bram Stoker
101:My room is much better than Axel’s and that’s what counts, right?” “That’s right,” Dad said. “Hey!” Axel said. ~ Aileen Erin
102:Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air. ~ Patricia Cornwell
103:No. My dad would expect me to do that. He’s probably waiting in my room cleaning his shotgun to freak me out. ~ Jennifer Foor
104:For years, I hated myself. I covered the mirrors in my house. I literally couldn't have a mirror in my room. ~ Christina Ricci
105:Who knew what time it was when the door to my room opened and three G.I. Joe Wannabes motioned me out. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout
106:I had so many unsold murder pictures lying around my room...I felt as if I were renting out a wing of the City Morgue. ~ Weegee
107:I love the world that is my room. It's nicer in here than out there, because in here I'm whatever I want to be. ~ Jennifer Niven
108:I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid. ~ Kami Garcia
109:Well there was a beautiful girl in my room in a semi-transparent nightgown, and my memory was temporarily impaired. ~ Amy Patrick
110:You look in my room and it looks neat enough but if you dared to look under my bed or in my closet, oh what a mess! ~ Tamera Mowry
111:I glared at him. “I wish you’d stay out of my room.”
“That’s a funny joke, princess, when you’re talking to a thief. ~ Heidi Heilig
112:I go up to my room to put the finishing touches on Margot’s scrapbook and listen to only the slow songs from Dirty Dancing, ~ Jenny Han
113:-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were. ~ e e cummings
114:He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary. ~ Amanda Hocking
115:What have you done to me?” I whispered into the shadows of my room.
“The same thing you’ve done to me. You’ve ruined me. ~ Emery Rose
116:I don't leave my room, and all I am surrounded by are guitars and equipment, y'know? It's not always the best place to be. ~ Bradford Cox
117:Sors de ma chambre, Chi. Et fous-moi la paix!" Get out of my room, Chi, and leave me the hell alone!
- Stephen Richards ~ Alice Rachel
118:We're going to listen music in my room.' 'Fine,' his dad said from underneath the sink. 'Just don't get anybody pregnant. ~ Rainbow Rowell
119:What are your interests?"
"Your son in my room," I said.
"Excuse me?"
"The sun and the moon," I said. "Astronomy. ~ David Levithan
120:He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed. ~ Amanda Hocking
121:Do not open that door until I'm in my room. I may be old and losing my hair, but I still want to look nice for a handsome man. ~ Rachel Hauck
122:They locked me in my room and told me I was grounded until Doomsday. I didn't have the heart to tell them that might be tonight. ~ Rick Riordan
123:I like it better when my room is pitch black, when the dark is so thick it swallows me up and I feel as if I could drown in it. ~ Louise O Neill
124:I would just go in my room and just scream out of anger because I didn't understand how a person could be so vicious and mean. ~ Michael Jackson
125:A man in the crowd asks: Hey Rodney, how'd you get started? Rodney: I was 12 years old, alone in my room, and I got started! ~ Rodney Dangerfield
126:I made myself a Muenster-cheese sandwich, with lettuce, tomato, mustard, and mayo, and went up to my room. Ingredients are important. ~ A M Homes
127:I sit in my room at my desk, looking out the window to the yard and waiting for a plot to come to me, to rise slowly in my mind. ~ Siegfried Lenz
128:I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. ~ John Green
129:My father tried to give me the sex talk once, and he chickened out. He walked into my room and went, 'Adam - uh, don't kiss guys.' ~ Adam Ferrara
130:I would stay in my room for days, for days at times, just trying to get it together, to know what my next phase was going to be. ~ Whitney Houston
131:All is well with me. The rain doesn't reach me, my room is well heated, what more can one ask for? There's no shortage of work, either. ~ Paul Klee
132:I needed to get out and my roomies had both left me for the night so I followed the pretty one here.” Did Marcus just call me pretty? ~ Abbi Glines
133:[Juan Wauters] got the tips for Queens because he grew up there.So him and my roommate, Matt Volz, they hooked me up, New York Style. ~ Mac DeMarco
134:Nihil sub sole novum, I thought as I walked back down the hall to my room. Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness. ~ Donna Tartt
135:-Before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were. ~ E E Cummings
136:Despite my exhaustion I have a devil of a time getting to sleep because of the rats above my bed and a pig who lives beneath my room. ~ Claude Monet
137:So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. ~ John Green
138:Are you ready to leave, Oakley? Cole is waiting outside,” my mum said softly. She leant against the doorframe of my room and smiled ~ Natasha Preston
139:Could either of us ever forget the connection we’d shaped, one carved out in those perfect hours spent alone in my room?
No. Not me. ~ A L Jackson
140:My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall. ~ Carl Sandburg
141:Get out of my room.” “No.” It was one word, but stated with that husky voice and calculating calm it made her blood throb within her veins. ~ C J Anaya
142:I've been famous for a long, long time. So I don't think of it - I think of it very differently. It's the normal temperature of my room. ~ Sharon Stone
143:Can we just…” I motion to my room. “… be?”
His smile reaches his eyes. “We can be whatever you want ... As long as I’m with you. ~ Jay McLean
144:Imagine someone pointing to a place in the iris of a Rembrandt eye and saying, 'The walls of my room should be painted this color. ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
145:The divide between us cut deeper every day. More than anything, I wanted to go home and retreat into my room to watch reruns on Netflix. ~ Vanessa Waltz
146:I’m going to my room,” Jessie Kay called. “Y’all do me a favor and argue loud enough so I can listen in without having to strain myself. ~ Gena Showalter
147:Are you imagining yourself fucking him?” Donovan asks, nudging me. “Yes,” I whisper, staring. “So am I.” My roommate laughs. “Shut up, Donovan! ~ Sara Ney
148:I was amazed to receive later a substantial sum for sitting in my room and talking about myself. If only I could get some of the back pay! ~ Quentin Crisp
149:turned down all the lamps and padded to my room in the dark. Soundlessly, I packed my few things quickly and was on my way before midnight. ~ Paula McLain
150:When I want to go to sleep, I must first get a whole menagerie of voices to shut up. You wouldn't believe what a racket they make in my room. ~ Karl Kraus
151:I’d had the picture of John Lennon in my room all the time I was at gymnas and proceeded to hang it on the wall behind the typewriter. ~ Karl Ove Knausg rd
152:In fact I try to spend at least one, if not two days without ever leaving my room. Because if I didn't, when would I recharge my batteries? ~ Quentin Crisp
153:Oh, I’ll keep going. If for no other reason than to show you what happens when you walk into my room asking for things you don’t understand. ~ Tessa Bailey
154:In my relativity theory I set up a clock at every point in space, but in reality I find it difficult to provide even one clock in my room. ~ Albert Einstein
155:When I started Facebook from my dorm room in 2004, the idea that my roommates and I talked about all the time was a world that was more open. ~ Mark Zuckerberg
156:DECEMBER 26TH. The dog came to see me at eight o’clock this morning. He was very affectionate, poor orphan! My room will be his quarters hereafter. ~ Mark Twain
157:Diesel" - his name sounded sweet coming out of her mouth --"I want you, and I mean I really, really want you. Please. Let's go back to my room. ~ Amanda Carlson
158:I remained in my room more and more each day. The situation in Montgomery was so strange I decided to try passing back into white society. ~ John Howard Griffin
159:You cry in your room. I cry in my room. Mom cries in Mom's room. And in the morning everyone pretends like they never cried once in their life. ~ Natasha Friend
160:Yes, I did lock myself in my room for about two years and write some songs and things like that. But I don't feel like I missed out on a whole lot. ~ Hunter Hayes
161:I'm fighting the shock of having a guest in my room. I almost kick her out because it's going to hurt too much when my room is empty again. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson
162:I went to my room and packed a change of clothes, got my banjo, and started walking down the road. Soon I found myself on the open highway headed east. ~ Burl Ives
163:Should I go back to my room tonight?” Ty asked out of the blue. “Or will we be able to work together and fuck each other senseless at the same time? ~ Abigail Roux
164:But my father, the man who was in my room and had turned on the light, he’d raised me. He’d tamed me with all the love that lived inside him. ~ Benjamin Alire S enz
165:She sounded like she really meant it, and I wondered if I actually was standing here on the sidewalk with her, and not still asleep in my room. ~ Claudette Melanson
166:Come on Princess," he sighs, as he scoops me up off the sand and carries me to my room. "I'm not going to be able to sleep, unless I know you're safe. ~ Jillian Dodd
167:I love the world that is my room. It’s nicer in here than out there, because in here I’m whatever I want to be… I am fearless. I am free. I am safe. ~ Jennifer Niven
168:Frankly, I would have preferred finding a bomb in my room. I knew how to handle a bomb. The principal, on the other hand, was far more unpredictable. I ~ Stuart Gibbs
169:When someone walks into my room and goes 'wow' at my record collection, at that moment I could actually hate music and just want to go sit in the garden. ~ Erol Alkan
170:I spend all of Sunday in my room switching between the Smiths and Kid Cudi at top volume, and I don’t even care if that’s too random for my parents. ~ Becky Albertalli
171:Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud. ~ Wallace Stevens
172:Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again

You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again. ~ Linkin Park
173:A reprisal of this magnitude... has never been carried out before. I paced back and forth in my room perplexed and completely depressed, feeling helpless. ~ Moshe Sharett
174:Blue: the afternoon he stepped into my room from the balcony, the day he massaged my shoulder, or when he picked up my glass and placed it right next to me. ~ Andr Aciman
175:I hitched my thumb at the stairs. “I’m going to my room to bang my head against the wall a few thousand times. Anything has to be better than
this. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick
176:The nature of my compulsion was such that I danced in my sleep. The entire household was sometimes awakened by loud thumping sounds coming from my room. ~ Gelsey Kirkland
177:Last night somebody broke into my apartment and replaced everything with exact duplicates... When I pointed it out to my roommate, he said, "Do I know you? ~ Steven Wright
178:Look, I know I’m a hypocritical bastard. I fuck around, but the minute my roommate gets a suitor, I go all Jason Momoa on his ass. But I can’t control it, can I? ~ L J Shen
179:My roommate says, "I'm going to take a shower and shave. Does anyone need to use the bathroom?" It's like some weird quiz where he reveals the answer first. ~ Mitch Hedberg
180:The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place? —LOUISE BOGAN, Journey Around My Room ~ Lawrence M Krauss
181:Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be. ~ Stephen Chbosky
182:The sexy, blond, god of a doctor whom I’d masturbated to for weeks after the fish hook incident… was now my roommate. Simon. Simon says… commence freak out. ~ Penelope Ward
183:Why are there not positive mysteries? It's always who stole the diamond, or who killed the butler? How about... who made cookies, somebody cleaned my room. ~ Demetri Martin
184:I came from dinner, went downtown with my friends, the elevator was down, I ran down the hall toward my room at 10 at night, having had two glasses of wine. ~ Jill Clayburgh
185:I miss my room. I miss my bed. I miss being a little punk with no care in the world, giving two fucks about it, just looking for trouble. I guess I found it. ~ Andrea Portes
186:I returned to my rooms, enraged and no further forward. Yesterday, I had believed that Denis murdered Horne, but after meeting him, I changed my conclusion. ~ Ashley Gardner
187:I spent most of my time in my room staring at a mirror. I never knew I was supposed to socialize. I just spent hours making faces at myself, having a good time. ~ Jim Carrey
188:My bookshelf was my favorite part of my room. It had a calming presence. Maybe there was something to be said about the feeling and presence of real books. ~ Katie Kacvinsky
189:My mother comes in my room and says, "Just look at this mess! This is a pig sty!" Now, I've already been in the room five hours, and she wants me to LOOK at it. ~ Bill Cosby
190:...most days I couldn't even stand the sight of my room. And yet it was a safe place for me, possibly the only safe place. A place where nobody ever bothered me ~ Cora Reilly
191:Tell me, if I take you to my room and put you in my bed, what do you think would happen?"

"I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A. ~ Kresley Cole
192:I've given up my living room, guest room, job, career, heterosexuality and my stance on no pets in the house, but I'm not giving up my room. I'm drawing a line. ~ Dani Alexander
193:Just as I suspected, my room does look different, post-eclipse. It looks smalled, like it can't contain me anymore.
After all, I've got a whole new world to see. ~ Wendy Mass
194:I'm only sleeping on your couch because my boyfriend of two years decided it would be fun to screw my roommate and I really didn't want to stick around to watch. ~ Colleen Hoover
195:Yep. Do you want anything?"
"I've always kind of wanted a Batman clock that says 'WAKE UP, BOY WONDER' when it goes off," he said. "It would liven up my room. ~ Cassandra Clare
196:I entered my room, and undrew the window-curtains, just in time to see the sun burst in glory from his ocean-prison, and clothe the world in the light of a new day. ~ Lewis Carroll
197:One time I stayed at a haunted motel. When I checked into my room, there was a sheet on the floor, and I thought it was a ghost that had passed out, so I kicked it. ~ Mitch Hedberg
198:Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework? ~ Richelle Mead
199:I took half a bottle of wine and entire bar of dark chocolate up to my room and proceeded to self-medicate the hell out of myself. Don’t scoff until you’ve tried it. ~ Virginia Brown
200:Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box. ~ Jenny Han
201:I am proud of having drawn the first comic about a lesbian - and it didn't even occur to me that I was drawing a first. I just wanted to tell the story of my roommate. ~ Trina Robbins
202:I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn't have a roof. It doesn't rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable. ~ Jon Hamm
203:I had zero fear of Mack being the wrong kind of guy to invite up to my room. He totally didn't come off as rapist material. Me, on the other hand, I wasn't so sure about. ~ Elle Casey
204:I've got to do something to make up for all those self-absorbed and selfish years when I just, you know, was taking drugs, sitting in my room, doing bad things, whatever. ~ Elton John
205:Not a lot of people know this, but I'm very good at mathematics. When I was an angry teenager, I used to sit in my room and do quadratic equations to calm myself down. ~ Samantha Bond
206:All over the walls of my room are pictures of Peter Pan. I've read everything that Barrie wrote. I totally identify with Peter Pan, the lost boy from Never Neverland. ~ Michael Jackson
207:As I moved past him and into the house, I resolved to talk to Cal like a mature grown-up person. Eventually. For now, I gave him a little wave and ran away to my room. ~ Rachel Hawkins
208:Every day I lugged my backpack through the halls, waiting for the final bell. Then I'd race home and hole up in my room, playing the drums and the piano, composing music. ~ Josh Groban
209:I had a friend in the neighborhood whose father had Playboy magazines, and we would go over and look at them. I remember cutting out pictures and hiding them in my room. ~ Richard Gere
210:...I started my reading assignments as soon as I reached my rooms. The afternoon flew by, and only the incessant growling of my stomach made me stop to find some food. ~ Maria V Snyder
211:It’s not exactly that I can’t stay in one place. It’s that if I’m in one place, I have to rearrange it every four to six months! I have to completely change my room! ~ Jackson Rathbone
212:Janice and I were waiting in my room when they all arrived, Buddy giving me a curious “Did ya get lucky?” look. A gentleman never tells, especially if the answer is no. When ~ J R Rain
213:One of my sisters is physically and mentally handicapped. She took a lot of my parents' attention, so I grew up in my own world, playing in my room for hours and hours. ~ Alex Kingston
214:I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room. ~ Fernando Pessoa
215:I once stayed in a roach-infested hotel in Istanbul for a work trip. I had to share my room with a male model, and pointedly all we talked about was our other halves. ~ Jasmine Guinness
216:You two are just up the stairs. Next to my room, so I can keep an eye on you should you get up to anything."
"What's your name so I can call it out during wild sex? ~ Gregory Maguire
217:In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; / But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.—WALLACE STEVENS, “OF THE SURFACE OF THINGS ~ Rebecca Solnit
218:You preach cleanliness,
so I try to keep my room clean,
but I feel no closer to God, and I guess that’s okay
because he doesn’t know
who he’s fucking with anyway. ~ Kris Kidd
219:Ghost stories really scare me. I have such a big imagination that after I watch a horror movie like 'The Grudge', I look in the corners of my room for the next two days. ~ Vanessa Hudgens
220:It wasn't a sweet kiss, it was a demanding, get-your-clothes-off kind of kiss. It was a kiss that made me want to wrap my legs around him and take him back to my room. ~ Chelsea M Cameron
221:At the window of my room, I catch my reflection in the glass. Shaggy black hair. Sneer.I look like a hungry ghost, glowering in at a world I am no longer fit to be a part of. ~ Holly Black
222:You remember my roommate, Brad, right?”
Since he made a nightly appearance in my dreams and was plastered all over my computer screen at home, yeah, I remembered him. ~ Rachel Hawthorne
223:At night I sit in my room and read the Bible.
In the distance, the sea roars.

Then I lay awake for a long time
and think of the quiet, pale man from Nazareth. ~ Joseph Goebbels
224:I’m beginning to know myself.
 I don’t exist. I’m the space between what 
I’d like to be and what others
 made of me. Just let me be at ease and
 all by myself in my room. ~ Fernando Pessoa
225:she thought I could find a way to save her soul when she died and became an undead. Right now, I was just looking to find the rent money. I’d get to my roommate’s soul later. ~ Kim Harrison
226:all I was doing was sweeping everything under my bed. My room would look spotless but it was actually still a disgusting mess. The same thing is true of most people’s lives. ~ James Altucher
227:my brother, the Duc de Rhetore, never comes in, I am told, till it is time to dress for dinner. Miss Griffith (she is not unlike a griffin) and Philippe took me to my rooms. ~ Honor de Balzac
228:I look around my room to see what I can offer you; I see only my silly water colors and notes—notes everywhere, and on the backs your name—show this to Anaïs, ask Anaïs, see Anaïs. ~ Ana s Nin
229:That's what college is for - getting as many bad decisions as possible out of the way before you're forced into the real world. I keep a checklist of 'em on the wall in my room. ~ Jeph Jacques
230:How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world. ~ Franz Kafka
231:I tried to lift the book in a kind of salute, but it was way too heavy for that. In fact,when I got back up to my room and tossed it on the bed,the mattress creaked in protest. ~ Rachel Hawkins
232:I want my room to smell just like this." Iggy inhaled deeply as the scents flame-broiled burgers and hot french fries wafted around us. 'it would be an improvement.' I agreed. ~ James Patterson
233:Judge of my chagrin and all that sort of thing, therefore, when, tottering to my room and switching on the light, I observed the foul features of young Bingo all over the pillow. ~ P G Wodehouse
234:I probably I went into my room alone [when I was six] and I was just like, how have I even, how can I even continue on this earth with this terrible, terrible knowledge [about sex]. ~ Lena Dunham
235:When Mozart is playing in my room, I am in conjunction with something I can't explain... I don't need to. I know that if there's a purpose for life, it was for me to hear Mozart. ~ Maurice Sendak
236:Before Simon could answer, he heard the sound of the front door opening. He looked daggers at Jace. "That's my roommate. Kyle. Be nice." Jace smiled charmingly. "I'm always nice. ~ Cassandra Clare
237:I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me. ~ James Frey
238:spent the rest of the afternoon in my room. A faucet was ticking in the bathroom as loudly as a mechanical clock, with the same sense of urgency and waste. I tried to tighten the ~ James Lee Burke
239:Now I was in a strange house, in a strange city, and fear gripped me. I shut myself in my room, which began to go around in circles. Panic, confusion, and chaos were supreme. ~ Alcoholics Anonymous
240:Yesterday, I cried.

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry. ~ Iyanla Vanzant
241:I didn’t want to go to my room. I wanted to go see Gary and bitch and moan and braid his mane and have him tell me that Justin was a giant cockfucker and I was so much prettier than him. ~ T J Klune
242:Oops,” I whispered as I met Ryan’s worried gaze. “Sorry about that.”
“Are you kidding? That was great!”
“Great? I knocked out the electricity.”
“But you didn’t blow up my room. ~ Kelly Oram
243:Despite the landlord’s disapproval, the sweltering heat, the gloomy rooms, and the cacophony of strange noises, so unfamiliar to my country ears, I felt another swell of hope. ~ Christina Baker Kline
244:For much of that day I had been secluded in my room, intently pursuing a typical activity of my early life and in the process badly ravaging what previously had been a well-made bed. ~ Thomas Ligotti
245:I have a lot of plants and fish and a pet lizard and Venus flytraps. I have a whole ecosystem in my room, like a running waterfall and different lights and sensors set on digital timers. ~ Chris Pratt
246:I make make music in my own time, messing around with beats and riffs I write. Always practicing performing in my room most times I probably look like an idiot dancing around haha. ~ Christina Grimmie
247:I was an only child. And it's very much my temperament. I remember playing with a piece of string in my room for hours. I had never thought about what it would be like to have siblings. ~ Leigh Newman
248:I have spent years of my life sitting in my room, creating defenses of cynicism, darkness, and bleakness. Jed's friendship is the skeleton key to my fortress. He disarms me every time. ~ David Levithan
249:It’s more than a feeling,” I whispered to the darkness of my room, “and . . . even more than a choice. It is a conviction. And a mystery. A beautiful, beautiful mystery. ~ Gina Marinello Sweeney
250:I went upstairs to my room. Momentarily I felt a sense of calm, almost acceptance. Rest beyond the river. I knew now what that meant. It meant Nothing. It meant only silence forever. ~ Margaret Laurence
251:I sigh wistfully, thinking of Chris Hemsworth waiting for me with his deep, sexy voice that reminds me of home. Soon, I promise him silently and head to my room to find something to wear. ~ Kate McCarthy
252:She's the woman for me.
She's the one I want.
I'm fucking my friend.
I'm screwing my roommate.
And more that that, I'm also making love to the woman I'm falling in love with. ~ Lauren Blakely
253:You're right, I do want to f*ck you. I want to pick you up and carry you to my room and slam into you until you scream my name over and over again as you shatter to pieces underneath me... ~ K A Robinson
254:Both: "There's been some confusion for you see my roommate is ..."
Galinda: "Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe."
Elphaba: "... Blonde. ~ Stephen Schwartz
255:Often I sit up in my room reading the greatest part of the night, when the book was borrowed in the evening and to be returned early in the morning, lest it should be missed or wanted. ~ Benjamin Franklin
256:I like everything in my room has to be in order. If there's a wrinkle in the comforter, I'm stretching it out. But this is only when it comes to my room. Outside of there, I'm not as intense. ~ Jacob Latimore
257:It’s okay,” said Alec. “I once walked in on you and Isabelle. I guess turnabout’s fair play.” He frowned. “Although you two were in my room at the time, so actually I think you still owe me. ~ Cassandra Clare
258:my mom and dad came into my room, and even though it was really not big enough for all three of us, they lay on either side of the bed with me and we all watched ANTM on the little TV in my room. ~ John Green
259:I think the most important thing I’ve learned, however, is that being social is supposed to be fun. I
tend to forget this when I’m curled up in a ball, alone in my room, avoiding everything ~ Sarah Andersen
260:hear them breathing and an unfamiliar scent filled the air, something brisk and fresh, that brought with it a chill that crept into my room. They did not speak. I rolled off my bed, making much ~ Robert J Crane
261:I bought one of those Learn How to Play Guitar Chords By Yourself and it shows you the diagram where to put your hands and I took that in my room, sat with my singles and learned how to play guitar. ~ Joan Jett
262:I didn't sleep with the European Cup but it was in my room! It was just special and I just had to have the cup with me, lifting the cup as Liverpool captain was just the best moment of my life. ~ Steven Gerrard
263:I still pinch myself, I'm touring with Cormega you know what I'm saying, a few years ago I'd be sitting in my room doing whatever and listening to Cormega's albums on repeat and knowing all the words. ~ Cormega
264:I suddenly missed the curious shelving patterns of my room, those old planks from the barn groaning under the weight of the notebooks. Shelving is an intimate thing, like the fingerprint of a room. ~ Reif Larsen
265:The next day she came to my room and gave me a pamphlet to read. Information in it implied that the union between married couples was, while performed by men, to be endured by women. Meanwhile, ~ Kathleen Grissom
266:I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
~ Paul Simon
267:Gabe slowly backed out of the kitchen, hands raised. "Wow. That takes family drama to a whole new level."

Hayded stared at him.

"And I think I'll go to my room now." Gabe said. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout
268:Vitamin D,” Stevie said. “You need it.” “You don’t know that,” he said. “I want to eat my meat in my room with the lights off.” “As a writer, are those really the words you want to use?” Stevie asked. ~ Maureen Johnson
269:I jerked to a stop at the door to my room. "What's wrong with my boots?" I said, thinking they were the only thing that I was going to keep on. Ah…the only thing from this outfit, not the only thing total. ~ Kim Harrison
270:As a little kid, I used to lock myself in my room and put on my Whitney Houston CD's and pretend to be her and try and hit every single note that she hit. I used to dream that one day that would be me. ~ Ricki Lee Coulter
271:As I walked back to my room, a scene from The Wizard of Oz sprung into my head in which the Wizard tells the Tin Man, “A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.” I ~ Neil Strauss
272:I like cinnamon rolls, but I don't always have time to make a pan. That's why I wish they would sell cinnamon roll incense. After all I'd rather light a stick and have my roommate wake up with false hopes. ~ Mitch Hedberg
273:My room is now my headquarters. Nobody's allowed in without the password and I haven't even told anybody what the password is (it's pigeon, after my pigeon. Nobody else can find out if you only think it). ~ Stephen Kelman
274:After I avoided all my calls for another day, Mrs. Dunham came by my room and politely told me that if she had to speak to my panicked mother one more time, ahe would very publicly set herself on fire. ~ Brittany Cavallaro
275:One of my roommates, Rafael, he's an expert on monsters. Not that he talks about them. I can just tell. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word. ~ Benjamin Alire S enz
276:As a child, I was very shy. Painfully, excruciatingly shy. I hid a lot in my room. I was so terrified to read out loud in school that I had to have my mother ask my reading teacher not to call on me in class. ~ Kim Basinger
277:I used to watch 10 hours of television a night, my entire childhood. And I don't think it did all good things to me. I certainly still have social problems that are a result of being in my room alone too much. ~ Judd Apatow
278:My luck at the gambling table was varied; sometimes I was fifty to a hundred dollars ahead, and at other times I had to borrow money from my fellow workmen to settle my room rent and pay for my meals. ~ James Weldon Johnson
279:When I’m back in my room in my flannel nightgown, I get out my special flowy pen and my good thick stationery, and I start to write. Not a good-bye letter. Just a plain old love letter.

Dear Peter… ~ Jenny Han
280:When I was a little younger, I really did love musical theatre in the same hopeless dorky way that she does. I was obsessed with Jesus Christ Superstar and I used to reenact it in my room when no one was home. ~ Sarah Steele
281:I didn't say I was done with you. You think you want to sleep with me? Let me show you what happens to girls who wake up in my room,' Freddie said. He saw the fear in her face, but she obeyed. They always did. ~ Destiny Booze
282:Later, after he drops me off at home, it feels like the world has shifted a little. It’s just different enough that when I look at the girl reflected in the mirror in my room, it’s like meeting someone new. ~ Courtney Summers
283:When I was 14 -years-old, I made this PowerPoint presentation, and I invited my parents into my room and gave them popcorn. It was called 'Project Hollywood 2004' and it worked. I moved to L.A. in January of 2004. ~ Emma Stone
284:If you come on my property, I've got you from the second that you enter on. There's little lasers my TVs come on in my room and fall just right on you. So, there's no way to sneak up on me. And I've got a loud dog. ~ Gary Allan
285:Now before we do any digging around in that blond head of yours to find out the truth, I suggest you cool your temper. And I know just where you can do that best.” Jace blinked. “Are you sending me to my room? ~ Cassandra Clare
286:Severin, what is going on?” she asked. “I was in the middle of reading a delightful book—anyone who tells you I was sleeping is mistaken—when Emele wrenched me into my room and dressed me for mountain climbing.” “You ~ K M Shea
287:Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a darkened hall, past closed doors, I wondered if I'd ever feel completely human again. ~ Ellen Hopkins
288:I have a really great family, and when Im not filming, I go home and walk the dogs, take out the garbage, clean my room, all that stuff. My family and my friends keep me in line, and make sure I dont get crazy. ~ Abigail Breslin
289:You going to walk me to my room, and kiss me goodnight?” he jokes. “Do you ever shut up?” “There’s plenty of times I don’t talk, but making you squirm seems to have become my new favorite pastime.” “I do not squirm. ~ Remy Blake
290:You're the only girl I want. Even though you burst into my room and beat me up. I'm sorry I didn't give you the answers you wanted, but you looked like you were going to murder someone and I thought it might be me. ~ Mimi Strong
291:Did you know that there are $4,000 washing machines? Seriously. If a washer is $4,000 I want it to get the laundry out of my room and bring it back folded after it made me coffee told me it likes my hair. ~ Stephanie Pearl McPhee
292:I got through breakfast and most of a meeting before thoughts of you consumed me. I told everyone I was sick and am now hiding in my room, writing to you, hoping this will make me feel like your home again.
-Maxon ~ Kiera Cass
293:I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone. ~ Charles Bukowski
294:I want everything,” I whispered. I pressed my face to the hollow of her neck, and when I scraped my teeth over the delicate skin there, her body jerked against my hold. “Come to my room, lovely. Let me have you. ~ Kate Canterbary
295:Lucky for me it wasn’t Brianna at my door, but my parents. Before I could say, “Come in”, they just kind of barged in, like they always do, which really irritated me, because this is supposed to be MY room! ~ Rachel Ren e Russell
I have a time machine up in my room.
I've come to save you just like I
said I would.
Save me from what?
Save you from being blinded by all
the little bullshit of life. ~ Richard Linklater
297:Now before we do any digging around in that blond head of yours to find out the truth, I suggest you cool your temper. And I know just where you can do that best.”
Jace blinked. “Are you sending me to my room? ~ Cassandra Clare
298:THERE were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking about how bad we were - bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course. ~ Jerome K Jerome
299:You can`t use hair spray, because hair spray is going to affect the ozone. I`m trying to figure out - okay, I`m in my room in New York City and I want to put a little spray, so that I can - all right? Right? ~ Melissa Harris Perry
300:compound, I'm going to take you to my room and you're not gonna want to leave. You'll have to leave, because, darling, this ain’t the start of a relationship. I already got an old lady, but I'll show you how a real ~ Justine Elvira
301:Soon Aunt Bessie slipped into my room and shut the door. “Hugh told me he wants to talk to you and I thought, Men can be so obtuse sometimes, so I decided to come in myself to see if you wanted a woman to talk to. ~ Suzanne LaFleur
302:Famous people come up to me, but I don't know who they are because my sight is so bad. It's always at the pool of the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills when I don't have my lenses in and my glasses are in my room. ~ Helena Bonham Carter
303:How am I to get back to my room dressed like this?"
He grinned at her, his teeth flashing whitely in the dim light from the fire. "You'll leave a trail of water."
"Which the servants will report to your sister. ~ Karen Hawkins
304:And then I opened the door to my room and saw you standing there in the parking lot, in the rain, and I just thought, 'This. This is what the perfect time feels like. It's not about the milestones; its about the person. ~ Dahlia Adler
305:I found that I had become so spinsterish that I was made neurotic not only by my life of domesticity but by the slightest derangement of my room. I would burst into a fit of weeping if the kettle was not facing due east. ~ Quentin Crisp
306:My roommate at Yale University introduced me to the auteur theory of filmmaking. I soon became a big fan of the works of John Ford, Kenji Mizoguchi, Ernst Lubitsch, and Stan Brakhage. I then decided to make my own films! ~ Lloyd Kaufman
307:When I was a kid, I was always enamored by - I appreciated the movies, and I was able to see them on VHS when I was a kid, but I was so enamored by the one-sheets and the posters. I had them in my room when I was a kid. ~ Dwayne Johnson
308:And I was incapable of living all by myself in those lodgings where I didn't know a soul. It terrified me to sit by myself quietly in my room. I felt frightened, as if I might be set upon or struck by someone at any moment. ~ Osamu Dazai
309:I used to tiptoe up to my bedroom door and leap into my room in an attempt to surprise my dolls in the midst of some kind of action. Unfortunately, they were always too quick for me. I'm still disappointed about that. ~ Marion Dane Bauer
310:One time my mom tried to send me to my room for a time-out when I was 5 or 6, and I was like, "Fine! I like my room! All my imagination and toys are in my room!" I will never forget that. And she will never forget that. ~ Elizabeth Olsen
311:the last time I kissed someone my heart felt this loneliness I didn't know if I'd ever recover if it was already too late. I just lay in my room and wrestled with the emptiness an emotion so big it had the full force of fate. ~ Anonymous
312:I'm very artistic - I feel like ever since I was born I've been drawing. I actually have a picture in my room that I painted, and people are always like "Where did you buy that?" It's cool that people are impressed by it. ~ Maddie Ziegler
313:I sneak out of my room at night, when all is still and silent. And I watch the humans sleeping, study their vulnerabilities, and savor the fact that I will never be helpless like them again.

I am mad, and i embrace it. ~ A G Howard
314:They weren't cheap and I was almost broke. It was a choice between dinner and flowers and I chose flowers because it was a dark time in my life and my room was hideous and my heart was broken and I needed something beautiful. ~ Nina LaCour
315:I had a Spider-man costume when I was about three, and I lost the mask. So I went to the underwear drawer and put a pair of red pants on my head. My dad came home and just laughed, and I ran into my room and burst into tears. ~ Emun Elliott
316:I was very much in my room with my marionette stage, you know, creating these incredibly boring things that I felt were so fascinating, and forcing my relatives to come, and charging money for them to see my little productions. ~ Bob Balaban
317:I enjoy the song writing process more than anything. It's what I like the most, just sitting in my room with guitar or at the piano or something. Just making something up, something that's not there, that suddenly is there. ~ Bernard Fanning
318:I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane. ~ John Green
319:I was working, but I didn't have anything like enough to do, and the bad times came in the evenings, when I went back to my room, sat on the couch and watched the world outside me going on through glass, a light bulb at a time. ~ Olivia Laing
320:My roommates continue to lurk in the doorway.

I find a pair of clean boxers and tug them on. “I swear to God, if you tell me you’ve been watching me sleep for the last hour like a bunch of creepers, I’m calling the cops. ~ Elle Kennedy
321:I'm into lately being a little less precious about writing and being like, "Okay, what if I just locked myself in my room, pretend that there's someone outside with a gun that's saying, 'Don't come out until you write something.'" ~ Andrew Bird
322:Ignorance is the parent of fear, and being completely nonplussed and confounded about the stranger, I confess I was now as much afraid of him as if it was the devil himself who had thus broken into my room at the dead of night. ~ Herman Melville
323:I lure myself into a spandex trap and I text Amanda, “Is this what death feels like?” Alone in my room I say, “God, is this a poem? It’s uncomfortable. It feels like a poem.” God never answers, which is what really makes it poetry. ~ Nikita Gill
324:I remember performing in Russia when I was twenty, and I stayed at this hotel with 3000 rooms. There were sailors knocking on my room door, wanting to barter stuffed animals with Marlboros that I had been instructed to bring! ~ Anne Akiko Meyers
325:The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn’t know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn’t touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it’s worth. ~ Junot D az
326:There is rice whiskey in the washroom," says Sigrud, "if you would like some."

"Mm? What? You hid booze in my room?"

"I have booze hidden all over the place. Dead drop training has its uses beyond espionage. ~ Robert Jackson Bennett
327:The refrigerator in my room is still empty as usual, but I can’t hear that sound any more. I feel that I can keep believing…that even the thing all of us were looking for but never found on that day…someday, surely.. We will find it. ~ Chica Umino
328:Alone in my room, wrapped in a blanket, I whimpered and talked aloud to myself, recalling the lost glory of my youth when I considered myself, and was considered by others, a bright and capable person. It seemed that was all gone now. ~ Nicole Krauss
329:Ever since I was a girl, I have written about one to five pages every day - on napkins, on scrap paper, in notebooks and tablets, on the walls in my room as a teenager, and in orange paint on the cheap white plastic blinds in my room. ~ Roseanne Barr
330:....every boy carries a variation on hanging himself in the backyard branches in the rain. At least the one I saw did. I love nobody. I feel I am on the verge of loving everybody. Then I step outside my room. And he is waiting there. ~ Richard Powers
331:Sometimes when I am alone in my room in the dark, I practice smiling to myself. I do this to be kind to myself, to take good care of myself, to love myself. I know that if I cannot take care of myself, I cannot take care of anyone else. ~ Nhat Hanh
332:Every morning between 9 and 12 I go to my room and sit before a piece of paper. Many times, I just sit for three hours with no ideas coming to me. But I know one thing. If an idea does come between 9 and 12 I am there ready for it. ~ Flannery O Connor
333:I knew something about loneliness, knew what it was to sit in my room, checking my phone for texts that never came, logging onto Facebook to see other people's statuses, happy statuses indicating their lives had gone on while mine hadn't. ~ Alex Flinn
334:There is a tiger in my room,' said Frances. 'Did he bite you?' said Father. 'No,' said Frances. 'Did he scratch you?' said Mother. 'No,' said Frances. 'Then he is a friendly tiger,' said Father. 'He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep. ~ Russell Hoban
335:Shit, I forgot. This time of the afternoon the bar's probably shut. Half the staff has gone sick again. Mono, I think. Well, let's go look anyway; we might be lucky. We can't go up to my room--it's full of bugs.'
Which kind?'
Both. ~ John Brunner
336:In high school I was a nerd and very acad­emic. On the weekends, instead of going out and partying, I’d close myself in my room and read Shakespeare. I hid from boys. I didn’t know what a boyfriend was, although I think I wanted one. ~ Troian Bellisario
337:Before she died, my mother showed me a note I had written to her after getting sent to my room at the age of seven or eight. “I am sorry,” the note read. “I will be a great man someday.” She had saved it in her dresser for almost fifty years. ~ James Comey
338:But there was escape, too, even in those days, for there was Whistler living in the grey mists with a faded orange moon. The nocturne transformed itself into dreamy rooms with Chopin's music creating a mood that softened the hard core of self. ~ Mark Tobey
339:Aly smiles nervously. "So where you taking me?"
By the grace of God, I choke down the response I'd like to give - back to my room - and force a nice, lighthearted smile as I back out of her long driveway.
"All will be revealed in time. ~ Rachel Harris
340:Limerick: There Was An Old Lady Of Winchelsea
There was an old Lady of Winchelsea,
Who said, 'If you needle or pin shall see
On the floor of my room,
Sweep it up with the broom!'
- That exhaustive old Lady of Winchelsea!
~ Edward Lear
341:Paul Gauguin asked, "whence do we come? What are we? Where are we going?" Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I came from my room, I'm a kid with big plans, and I'm going outside! See ya later! Say, who the heck is Paul Gauguin anyway? ~ Bill Watterson
342:The lighthouse teaches me to work hard, to keep my room clean, to be honest and to be nice to people." Then, reflecting, looking down at her feet, "My room is a mess and I lie sometimes and I'm not always nice to people but that's the idea. ~ Jeff VanderMeer
343:You’re joking, right?”
“No. I’ve been living here for a while—like a couple of years with my roommate. You know, the fucktard who put poor Raphael outside.”
“Hey!” the guy yelled from inside their apartment. “I have a name. It’s Señor Fucktard! ~ J Lynn
344:Alone in my room, I pondered the evidence. A perfect phrase. I would jot it down for future use.

Like it or not, there are times when you need to be alone; times when you need to be lonely; times when you need to need other people. ~ Alan Bradley
345:My dear," replied her husband, "I have two small favours to request. First, that you will allow me the free use of my understanding on the present occasion; and secondly, of my room. I shall be glad to have the library to myself as soon as may be. ~ Jane Austen
346:When I get home I'll still have to unload the dishwasher and clean my room. Last night my mom got so fed up of my messy floor in my room she picked it all up off the floor and put it on my bed so I would have to clean it up before I went to bed! ~ Stacie Orrico
347:Was it weird having a witch grandma? Scary? Was she always, like, threatening to cast spells if you were bad?" "Most of the time she just threatened to send me to my room." "That doesn't sound so scary to me." "That's because you haven't met her. ~ Richelle Mead
348:babe, we're going to ride to my compound, I'm going to take you to my room and you're not gonna want to leave. You'll have to leave, because, darling, this ain’t the start of a relationship. I already got an old lady, but I'll show you how a real ~ Justine Elvira
349:I didn't know it was anger until they told me that it was, like with destruction and all that. But I believe everybody should have like a room where they can get rid of all their releases, where they can do their releases at. So my room is a stage. ~ Jimi Hendrix
350:If you don't leave my room this instant," she heard herself say, "I'll make a scene." "Marks, there is nothing in the world I would enjoy more than watching you make a scene. In fact, I'll help you. How shall we start?"

- Catherine & Leo ~ Lisa Kleypas
351:Jolene came bounding into my room at sunset, hopping up and down on the bed, bouncing me off onto the floor. I sat up and glared at her. “Andrea gave you espresso, didn’t she?” “Nope!” she crowed. “But she showed me how to work the machine!” “Augh! ~ Molly Harper
352:Later that night, Henry slept over at our house. He has always stayed in Mike's room, but in the middle of the night, Henry sneaked into my bed because he's had a horrible dream he's been eaten by a whale.
He's stayed in my room ever since. ~ Miranda Kenneally
353:Before long I bought a small stereo and spent my time holed up in my room, listening to jazz records. But I had almost no desire to talk with anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. ~ Haruki Murakami
354:Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. It's how I arrange my mind."

Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out. ~ John C Maxwell
355:My roommates and I looked at each other and screamed, "BEANS!" in unison, like we hadn't eaten in weeks.We were holding hands, jumping up and down and celebrating, while the guy at the register tried to understand how we functioned on a normal basis. ~ Grace Helbig
356:There is a tiger in my room,' said Frances.
'Did he bite you?' said Father.
'No,' said Frances.
'Did he scratch you?' said Mother.
'No,' said Frances.
'Then he is a friendly tiger,' said Father. 'He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep. ~ Russell Hoban
357:Get used to me undressing you. I’ll go slowly tonight. But when we’re alone together in my room, your body belongs to me. I’ll touch it when I want to touch it, undress it when I want to undress it and use it however I want to use it. You understand that? ~ Anonymous
358:My wife and I met when each of us was dragged to a party we didn't want to go to by friends. I was coming off a bad injury, but my roommate insisted I get out of the house and be around people. God love our friends; we've been together 20 years now! ~ Michael Chiklis
359:Why are you in my room? Can you give me some fucking privacy? You can’t just bust in on people!” I knew I shouldn’t talk to one of Lucky’s biggest advertisers this way, but I was pissed. I may have been a drug addict, but I had my dignity! You know? “Be ~ Cat Marnell
360:afternoon, so I opened my jar of homemade batter and beat it with a spoon until it was fluffy again. Then I poured it into a pan and shoved it into the oven. “What are you baking now?” Marie, my roommate and best friend, grabbed her apron and tied it around ~ E L Todd
361:Christmas was really where I started coming into my own as a performer because I did all this stuff on my own, all this performing on my own. When other kids were outside playing, I was in my room conjuring characters and impressions and things like that. ~ Jim Carrey
362:While all the other kids were out playing ball and stuff, I used to stay in my room and imagine that there was a camera in the wall. And I used to really believe that I was putting on a television show and that it was going out to somewhere in the world. ~ Andy Kaufman
363:I laugh and laugh and laugh, and I think about stabbing Ms. Robertson with the knife I don’t have in my shoe. Lighting this whole room on fire with the matches I don’t have in my pocket. Hanging myself in my room with the rope I don’t have in my closet. ~ Kiersten White
364:My roommate knocks on my door and I try not to move.
My heart is beating fast.
He knocks again and then leaves.
I win.
This is but one of the many victories I have exampled as a human among humans.
I have no equals.
My strength is unmatched. ~ Sam Pink
365:Now, could you maybe get some clothes on? That’s uh . . . distracting.”
“You do know you came into my room uninvited, right? If I had known you were coming, I’d have been dressed.”
He smirked. “I texted you.”
“I was in the shower.”
“Minor detail. ~ Abbi Glines
366:There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft, Without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked--and laughed. It seemed so curious that she Should cross the unknown water, And moor herself within my room-- My daughter! O my daughter! ~ George Washington
367:Curiosity is a luxury reserved for the financially secure: my mind was absorbed with more immediate concerns, such as the exact balance of my bank account, who I owed how much, and whether there was anything in my room I could sell for ten or twenty dollars. ~ Tara Westover
368:My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass in the soft wind. The weather was perfect that summer. No storms. Blue skies and just the right amount of wind every day. The sailors were in heaven. ~ Katherine Hall Page
369:Was it weird having a witch grandma? Scary? Was she always, like, threatening to cast spells if you were bad?"
"Most of the time she just threatened to send me to my room."
"That doesn't sound so scary to me."
"That's because you haven't met her. ~ Richelle Mead
370:I wasn’t thriving socially, so I stayed in my room and played guitar all the time, at the time, I thought I was inventing a new sound that would change the whole outlook of music. I’ve discovered in the last few years that it was just the Seattle Sub Pop sound. ~ Kurt Cobain
371:One of my roommates called it 'agape.' I'd never heard the word before, but it was her favorite word, and I was instantly enamored because the definition of agape is loving a person for exactly who they are—not who we hope they'll become with enough fixing. ~ Hannah Brencher
372:Every two to three weeks, I was changing around my room. My room was made out of nothing, basically - a magazine, a little radio, a little bed - and I had the sensibility to put things together and match things in a certain way so that they were very special. ~ Riccardo Tisci
373:My roommate is a 240-pound homicidal hermit. For dinner he’s fixing me a dead fox he scraped off the highway near Ponchatoula, and after that we’re taking a leaky tin boat out on a windy lake to spy on some semi-retarded fishermen. Don’t you wish you were here? ~ Carl Hiaasen
374:And so I went to my room and took a nap. A ten year long nap. The Gerald who didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do has taken a ten-year long nap.

The Gerald who had control over his life is awake again.

Good morning.

How did you sleep? ~ A S King
375:I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning. ~ Drew Barrymore
376:The value in my room is neither my Television nor my bank note. The value in my room is myself! Why? Because even if I lose everything I have, but still get me, I am coming back with full passion and desperation to climb the unclimbed hills again and again! ~ Israelmore Ayivor
377:To my mirrors,
The aliens and the CIA
secretly watching me,
and any spirits stuck in my room,
sorry guys.
I know look batshit crazy
each time I start reciting a bunch of monologues in my dramatic "film voice" after I finish watching a movie. ~ Sahndra Fon Dufe
378:Because I was poor at developing bonds of trust with people, I had an uneasy strong attachment to things. I think that precisely because I did not feel comfortable exposing my weaknesses or my true feelings to other, my room and the things in it became very precious. ~ Marie Kond
379:Hearing the Beastie Boys speak out against sexism made me feel like if these men who had once sung about getting girls to 'do the laundry' and 'clean up my room' could understand, maybe the rest of the world would follow suit. It made me hopeful in the best way. ~ Jessica Valenti
380:Well, you devious little woman you. Do you know what I do to wily women?
“You…leave them panting and oneless after a world-class orgasm?” she guessed.
“Why yes. Yes, ma’am, I do.” Picking her up, I carried her back to my room and kicked the door shut behind me. ~ Linda Kage
381:That execution will take place here." She runs her fingertips over the table beneath her. "On this table. I thought it would be interesting to show you." "I knew what would happen when I came here," I say. "It's just a table. And I'd like to go back to my room now. ~ Veronica Roth
382:As a child I drew objects that caught my eye outside the window of my room - the dry twigs, leaves and lizard-like creatures crawling about, the servant chopping firewood and, of course, and number of crows in various postures on the rooftops of the buildings opposite. ~ R K Laxman
383:I feel like I'm going to HURL. Which, even if I wanted to do, I couldn't do, because I haven't eaten. I can't even drag myself out of my room. And while I'd be able to muster the strength to roundhouse Fang until he begged for MERCY, I'de be mush around an Eraser. ~ James Patterson
384:One morning, though, I came in and found signs that my room had been entered.
I knew it had been detectives. I'd heard too many times how if they couldn't find any evidence, they would plant some, where you would never find it, then they'd come back in and "find" it. ~ Malcolm X
385:nothing more than his favorite image of himself. The mirror in my room in the Windsor Hotel in Paris reflected my favorite image of me—a darkly handsome young airline pilot, smooth-skinned, bull-shouldered and immaculately groomed. Modesty is not one of my virtues. ~ Frank W Abagnale
386:For me personally - because I do it myself - the scoring of a picture is fun. I edit the picture and when I've finished I go into my room and I have many many records - jazz, classical and popular music. And I have this all at my disposal. I don't have to get a composer. ~ Woody Allen
387:On the third day of isolation, Tag sprinted into my room and shut the door.
I stared at him balefully. I was kind of under the impression the door was locked. I hadn’t even checked to see. I felt stupid for just sitting in a room for three days behind an unlocked door. ~ Amy Harmon
388:soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not. ~ Charles Bukowski
389:I'd spend about an hour, my room darkening around me, wondering what the hell happened to make me so unsure of who I even was. Because who you are is supposed to be the easiest question in the world to answer, right? Only for me it hadn't been easy for a very long time. ~ Jennifer Brown
390:Peeta would lose it if he knew I was thinking any of this, so I only say, “So what should we do with our last few days?”
“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.
“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room. ~ Suzanne Collins
391:My roommate came running out of the closet and did not stop until he reached Los Angeles. I knew this day would come. Sometimes it's easier to be your actual self where nothing of your alleged self exists. Sometimes that's how you find out who you are in the first place. ~ Sloane Crosley
392:My students often say, "My roommate read this story and really liked it", and it's hard to convince them that there are things wrong with it. I say, "well, people who love you want you to be happy. But I'm your professor and I'm supposed to be teaching you something." ~ Joyce Carol Oates
393:In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone. ~ Louis Ferdinand Celine
394:I read a lot of books. It's such a cliché, I know, the lonely kid and her books, but the day my brother walked into my room and chucked a copy of Harry Potter at my head and said, "I won this at school, looks like something you'd enjoy," was one of the best days of my life. ~ Tahereh Mafi
395:I wasn't interested in going to the school dances. I wasn't interested in going to the football games. What I wanted was to be in my room painting my walls and doing weird stuff. That's what I wanted and I got to do what I wanted, so that, to me, is my high school experience. ~ Brie Larson
396:My roommate in college was from Yemen, and whenever anyone said anything nice to her she'd tell them they have beautiful eyes. The idea is whatever beauty you see is actually coming from you rather than the thing itself. Like the beauty is in the perception, not the thing. ~ Kemper Donovan
397:What’s the big deal—you’ve read it, haven’t you?” Then he’d take them down to the used-book store and sell them for peanuts. He never got anything close to what they were worth. He didn’t like them cluttering up the house, or even my room. They weren’t going to get my books. ~ Steven Gould
398:If we happened to be in rehearsal downstairs in my room and a neighbor padded across the lawn to rap gently on the window and ask us to please be more quiet, Natalie might simply lift up her skirt and mash her vagina against the window while extending her middle finger. ~ Augusten Burroughs
399:In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone... ~ Louis Ferdinand C line
400:Michelle’s Note: When I make these at my rented house just off the Macalester campus, I put the rolls in a box and write “FROZEN KIDNEYS FOR HANNAH’S CAT” on the box. So far, none of my roommates, every one of them a cookie hound, has ever opened the box to see what’s inside. ~ Joanne Fluke
401:In my room, I looked around at all the pieces of my life, neat and tidy on their little shelves, my clothes and books and telephones, my shoes and hair barrettes, and tried to care about them. Mine, mine, mine. But they were only things, things that could have belonged to anyone. ~ Aryn Kyle
402:My fists clenched, I fought the pain and anger coursing through me. I turned towards Emma's door and set my hands on either side of the door, bowing my head. "I don't understand. Why'd you leave with him, Emma?" I whispered, then walked toward my room at the end of the hall. ~ Rebecca Donovan
403:Yes my sleep it was diysturbed by the sound of the moore tryin to get into my room an the sound of the moore tryin to get into my bed and the moore tryin to get into my mind becors it can do that can the moore and no man can sleep in that state no Not unless thur in a coffing. ~ Benjamin Myers
404:And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone. ~ John Green
405:In the morning, when he entered my room, I grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a cupid like that child. ~ Victor Hugo
406:As a kid, I was always listening to music. I would just go in to my room and put on an album, read the lyrics, and just spend hours and hours in there. Plus, my sister Laurie played piano (in fact she taught me my first few notes) so music was always around one way or another. ~ Andrew Hollander
407:Since my stroke, I have begun to see so many miracles all around me. I look out of the window in my room: verdant grass, silver-tipped oak leaves, tall palm trees gentle swaying as they reach to the sky, masses and masses of roses. All colors, so many shapes, exquisite fragrances. ~ Kirk Douglas
408:But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. ~ John Green
409:Before college, I acted in my room, to classical music, because music tells stories. I'd put on a record and proceed, silently. I'd keep putting the needle back to a certain segment because I hadn't died well enough. I had to really, really feel dead. I'd love to do a death scene. ~ Amanda Plummer
410:We walked for a long time. We kissed, we embraced on the Lungarno, I asked him, half serious, half joking, if he wanted to sneak into my room. He shook his head, he went back to kissing me passionately. There were entire libraries separating him and Antonio, but they were similar. ~ Elena Ferrante
411:But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane. ~ John Green
412:I would sit in my room and become hysterical about the wild incredible story I was writing. And I thought I was writing realism. It never occurred to me that I was writing absurdity. Realism and absurdity are so similar in the lives of American blacks one cannot tell the difference. ~ Chester Himes
413:My room’s a mess. I scurry around, scooping up piles of clothes and stuffing them into the laundry hamper. “I thought people with OCD were supposed to be neat,” she says. “Popular misconception,” I say as I kick all the textbooks strewn across the floor into a haphazard pile. ~ Tamara Ireland Stone
414:Having a plan made me feel better,so when I walked into my room to find Jack sitting on my bed flipping through my pink journal,I didn't even yell at him.
Once I finished smacking him over the head with said journal,I put away my school stuff and pulled on a warmer coat. ~ Kiersten White
415:You want to know something? Honestly, I was relieved. What a coward, huh?"
I don't think so."
"Oh, yes. I am. A big coward. That's why I just keep daring myself to do things I'm afraid of doing."
He had a notion. "Such things like?"
"Like bringing you up here to my room. ~ Michael Chabon
416:He looks at me sharply. “You haven’t been drinking, have you?”
He’s lucky I don’t slap him. “I was sitting upstairs in my room, minding my own business, when he showed up at the door. What do you think? Asshat,” I add under my breath.
His brow furrows. “What was that? ~ Kristi Cook
417:You don't need to explain. This is your house too-you can go where you want," I reply. I smile as best as I can. "Except my room, of course."
"Why, you'll stab me with a kitchen knife if I do?" she jokes as I set the knife down onto Oma March's bedside table.
"Maybe," I answer. ~ Jackson Pearce
418:I sensed them creeping around in the living room as my body shot to instant wakefulness. It probably sounds weird, but I could hear them breathing and an unfamiliar scent filled the air, something brisk and fresh, that brought with it a chill that crept into my room. They did not speak. ~ Robert J Crane
419:I studied law at Columbia, but I was more interested in why people committed crimes than I was in defending them. I finished my first novel, handed it to my roommate to read and he was up all night. I decided then that was what I wanted to do.”
“Keep people awake all night?”
“Yes. ~ Sarah Morgan
420:upright in my bed, my pulse racing as I untangled myself from my sheets. Beads of sweat trickled down my skin, sticking my t-shirt to my back. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, seeing if my room stayed in place. Nothing budged and I relaxed. It had been a dream, just like it had ~ Jessica Sorensen
421:I will eat it with a DOG! I will eat it with a FROG! I will eat it with a CAT! I will eat it with a RAT! I will eat it in my ROOM. On the BUS. And on the MOON! I will eat it NORTH and SOUTH! It tastes so yummy in my MOUTH! Call me PICKY! Call me FICKLE! I so LOVE PBJ and PICKLES!!” I ~ Rachel Ren e Russell
422:You went to college?” I look at her with disbelief. “In a year and a half?” She wrinkles her nose. “More like half an hour. Just for enough time to threaten the dean into giving me a degree. It’s real pretty, too. I framed it. It’s hanging in my room at the MC. Come by. I’ll show you sometime. ~ T M Frazier
423:Here we are, alone again. It's all so slow, so heavy, so sad. . . I'll be old soon. Then at last it will be over. So many people have come into my room. They've talked. They haven't said much. They've gone away. They've grown old, wretched, sluggish, each in some corner of the world. ~ Louis Ferdinand C line
424:shot to instant wakefulness. It probably sounds weird, but I could hear them breathing and an unfamiliar scent filled the air, something brisk and fresh, that brought with it a chill that crept into my room. They did not speak. I rolled off my bed, making much less noise than either of them. ~ Robert J Crane
425:So there were people who got up at noon, pared their toenails, and sat naked in hotel rooms without regarding each day as an apocalypse. Amazing! If someone had burst into my room and found me naked and paring my nails, I would have died of shock. Or would I? Maybe I was stronger than I thought. ~ Erica Jong
426:I can still smell you on my pillow. I can still see you standing in my room, the light caressing your smooth legs, your dark hair cascading over your shoulders, and your gorgeous mouth smiling so effortlessly. I miss you. I ache for you, and I’m bordering on crazy without you. Come back to me. ~ Renee Carlino
427:I don't know if it has set in or not. Honestly, it's crazy. It's such an amazing honor. I remember thinking back to being in my room waiting for the call to see if I got the part. It's like winning the lottery. I'm proud to be a member of such an amazing cast - that's the best award of all. ~ Hailee Steinfeld
428:Tiny gold sparks flared in his irises. "You're in my rooms in my bathtub naked and you're still mouthing off."
Did he expect anything different? "Hey, I didn't kick or punch you in the throat. I consider this progress. And you haven't choked me again, which is some sort of record for you... ~ Ilona Andrews
429:Kitty, do you have the bottle?"
"In my purse. Which is in my room. Not that I think I can find my room from here."
"I'll get it," Martini said. He stood up and disappeared. Ten seconds later he was back, bottle in hand.
"What kept you?"
"That purse gets worse every time I look inside. ~ Gini Koch
430:I'm trying to photosynthesize like a plant. I'm off eating. Although I am making a lot of banana daiquiries in my room in the blender I've got, with lots of powdered vitamins in them. This tour I'm going to get some Afghani hangings and put them in my room, so that my hotel rooms look like mosques. ~ Jimmy Page
431:When you say, “Whoa! I knew I was good. But I didn’t know I was this good.” After that it became a complete obsession for me. I was going to go to an IIT. My dad would come into my room at three in the morning, and I’d be studying! He would say, “Swaroop, you must go to sleep, you know.”’ Kittu, ~ Michael Lewis
432:I lie on top of my bed without getting in it. I hate messing up the sheets before I absolutely have to. I know this is weird, but I make my bed every single day, even though the rest of my room is a hellscape of paper and laundry and books and clutter. Sometimes I feel like my bed is a lifeboat. ~ Becky Albertalli
433:Lyonesse stared wide-eyed at Lynet’s hand and swallowed hard. Lynet realized that she was still holding the carving knife and had been pointing it at Lyonesse’s breast. She laid the knife down slowly and gathered a few plates of food. “I’ll take the rest of my dinner in my room, I think,” she said. ~ Gerald Morris
434:Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you and I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too...Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight! And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room, dreaming about you and me. ~ Selena
435:Some fast food places, they have that ketchup pump. It's like a keg. They give you the paper shot glass. I always like to hang around there, try and meet the ladies. "Here, I'll pump for you. You come to this Wendy's often? My roommate and I, we got a pony pump back at my dorm. Here's an extra shot " ~ Jim Gaffigan
436:I brought my face inches away from hers and whispered, 'If I were strapped like that, I would hate it, too.' And then I felt foolish, for what was the point of empathizing without taking more positive action? I wanted to touch her again but I left and returned to my room feeling impoverished and weak. ~ Shani Mootoo

I've lived with the pretense
of perfection for seventeen
years. Give my room a cursory
inspection, you'd think I have OCD.

But it's only habit and not
obsession that keeps it all orderly.
Of course, I don't want to give
the impression that it's all up to me. ~ Ellen Hopkins
438:As I walked back home, I tried to think about the entire time Atlas has been in that house. I tried to recall if I’d walked around after dark with the light on at night, because all I normally wear in my room at night is a T-shirt.
Here’s what’s crazy about that, Ellen: I was kind of hoping I had. ~ Colleen Hoover
439:How did you even know I wasn't in my room?" "I checked on you." Finn gave me a look like I was an idiot. "I check on you every morning." "You check on me when I'm sleeping?" I gaped at him. "Every morning?" He nodded. "I didn't know that." "Why would you know that? You're sleeping," Finn pointed out. ~ Amanda Hocking
440:I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I watched my hurt, and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled. ~ Neil Gaiman
441:My room is cheerfully located between the sixth-floor elevators. The springs of my bed wheeze. The elevator dings. The ice machine right outside my door rumbles forth its icy bounty, a steady tattoo that beats “Stay up! Stay up!” I am in a canvas that Edward Hopper never felt bummed out enough to paint. ~ David Rakoff
442:She ignores my hilarious joke and continues surveying my room, her fingers playing with the chunky turquoise necklace that sits above her abomination of a coral-colored sweater. She was probably going for “Capable Mom Back in the Workforce!” but the effect is more “Middle-Aged Little Mermaid Cosplayer. ~ Dana Schwartz
443:That's what everybody tells me. "I would've had a great comic-book collection, but my mother made me throw them away." But when I was growing up, my mother didn't care. As long as I was reading, she didn't care if my room was filled with comics. I could have saved everything. I was just too stupid to do it. ~ Stan Lee
444:When I looked at my crotch, to my complete dismay I saw it was damp. Had he seen it? Surely he must have. That’s why he wanted us to go to the beach. That’s why he walked out of my room. I hit my head with my fist. How could I have been so careless, so thoughtless, so totally stupid? Of course he’d seen. ~ Andr Aciman
445:Novels are delicate when they are being written, if also voracious. They move around my rooms, stripping half-finished poems of their lines, stealing ideas from unfinished essays, diaries, letters, and sometimes each other. Sometimes, by the time I get to them, one has taken a huge bite from the other. ~ Alexander Chee
446:soon I'll finish this 5th of
Puerto Rican rum.
in the morning I'll vomit and
shower, drive back
in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m.,
be back in my room by
stretched on the bed,
waiting for the phone to ring,
not answering,
my holiday is an
evasion, mt reasoning
is not. ~ Charles Bukowski
447:I’ll take those for my room, Momma. They look fine to me.” “They’re not.” “I don’t mind.” “Camille, I was just looking at them, and they’re not good blooms.” She dropped the pliers to the ground, began tugging at a stem. “But they’re fine for me. For my room.” “Oh, now look what you’ve done. I’m bleeding. ~ Gillian Flynn
448:I'm usually a mellow, go-with-the-flow person, except when someone tells me I should do something. Then I get stubborn. If they don't back off, I get this horrible rage and want to kill them. When I was four and my mom would send me to my room, I'd get so mad I'd go outside and bang my head on the sidewalk. ~ Josie Maran
449:My bed was an island within the desolate sea of my room. Yet I knew that there were other people home-bound from illness or injury, scattered here and there throughout rural towns and cities around the world. And as I lay there, I felt a connection to all of them. We, too, were a colony of hermits. ~ Elisabeth Tova Bailey
450:Sometimes, in the stillness of my room, my mom’s voice came to me, repeating things she’d said for months. Like, “My skin is melting off my face, isn’t it?” And, “My whole body feels dead from the crap they’re pouring into me. Do I look green to you?” And, “When I’m naked, I can see my heart beating. ~ Laura Anderson Kurk
451:What brings you to my room?” he asked, relief bleeding into annoyance.
“Adventure. Intrigue. Brotherly concern. Or,” continued the prince lazily, “perhaps I’m just giving your mirror something to look at besides your constant pout.”
Kell frowned, and Rhy smiled. “Ah, there it is! That famous scowl. ~ Victoria Schwab
452:I sat down, turning the pages of my notebook in search of a blank page, in the dim light of my room. The arrival of nightfall had invited leafy shadows to play hide and seek in the glass reflection of the window. I smiled as one of these mischievous shadows crept across the page in a midnight dance. ~ Gina Marinello Sweeney
453:We walk into my room, and I crawl onto the bed. I lie down on top of the covers, thinking he’s making sure that I get some sleep. But instead of leaving, he climbs onto the bed beside me. “What are you doing?” I ask. He lies his cheek on the pillow next to mine and closes his eyes with some relief. “Taking a nap. ~ Susan Ee
454:During my drinking decades, I lived like a pig. My room was a hazardous pile of stilettos, tube tops, wine bottles, ashtrays, and old magazines. I valued nothing. Everything that came into my life was disposable: clothes, opportunities, people. My bedroom looked as if my insides had spilled out onto the floor. ~ Glennon Melton
455:I will not eat it with a DOG! I will not eat it with a FROG! I will not eat it with a CAT! I will not eat it with a RAT! I will not eat it in my ROOM. On the BUS. Or on the MOON! I will not eat it NORTH or SOUTH! It made me throw up in my MOUTH! Call me PICKY! Call me FICKLE! I DON’T like PBJ and PICKLES ~ Rachel Ren e Russell
456:Princess Diana holds in the threshold for a second longer, checks over her shoulder that her Prince is out of earshot and whispers softly in my ear, ‘Sorry to leave early, though secretly I’m quite glad. It’s Spitting Image tonight, and I want to watch it in my room. They hate it of course. I absolutely adore it. ~ Stephen Fry
457:Dad and I had only talked about boys once before when he said something about birds and bees and then he told me it was just natural and I asked what was just natural and he said s-e-x and I’d freaked out, run to my room, slammed the door, and watched PBS for three hours just so I could feel wholesome again. ~ Megan Jean Sovern
458:My sense of touch was floating six feet away from me; if anyone entered my room, I would cry out, but the knife was serenely cutting me up. Yes, I became a skeleton. At night my thinness would rise up before me to terrify me. As it came and went it insulted me, it tired me out; oh, I was certainly very tired. ~ Maurice Blanchot
459:When I'm home on a break, I lock myself in my room and play guitar. After two or three hours, I start getting into this total meditation. It's a feeling few people experience, and that's usually when I come up with weird stuff. It just flows. I can't force myself. I don't sit down and say I've got to practice. ~ Eddie Van Halen
460:In my room, in the dark, I understood what I never had before, what no one else seemed to. I understood how a boy could go into the woods with a bullet and a gun and not come out. That there was no conspiracy, no evil influences or secret rituals; that sometimes there was only pain and the need to make it stop. ~ Robin Wasserman
461:Someone left this rose in my room.”

“A rose?”

“Yes. Someone left it on my pillow, while I was sleeping. There was a note wrapped around the stem. It just said soon.”

Finnegan’s fingers tightened around her shoulder. “King John would never be so subtle. Ominous flora isn’t exactly his style. ~ Rhiannon Thomas
462:Walking into my room, I turned and caught his gaze, “But you’re good at walking away, so you obviously haven’t changed.” Pointing to my chin, I indicated, “Except this,” meaning his goatee, “this is new, but you being an asshole, yep- still there. Oh well.” I took a step back and flicked the door, slamming it. -Trice ~ M R Field
463:We're very aggressive speakers. I remember when I was with one of my roommates in New York - and she's Portuguese, too - and we were in an Apple store talking about a computer in Portuguese. Some guy comes up to us and goes, "Hey, hey! Peace, peace! Stop arguing." It's not arguing. This is really just how we talk. ~ Daniela Ruah
464:I learned to build bookshelves and brought books to my room, gathering them around me thickly. I read by day and into the night. I thought about perfectibility, and deism, and adjectives, and clouds, and the foxes, I locked my door, from the inside, and leaped from the roof and went to the woods, by day or darkness. ~ Mary Oliver
465:nothing more than his favorite image of himself. The mirror in my room in the Windsor Hotel in Paris reflected my favorite image of me—a darkly handsome young airline pilot, smooth-skinned, bull-shouldered and immaculately groomed. Modesty is not one of my virtues. At the time, virtue was not one of my virtues. ~ Frank W Abagnale
466:Wow,” Amos said over the comm. “Three hits. Small projectiles, probably PDC rounds. Managed to go right through us without hitting anything that mattered.” “It went through my room,” the scientist, Prax, said. “Bet that woke you up,” Amos said, his voice a grin. “I soiled myself,” Prax replied without a hint of humor. ~ Anonymous
467:I learned to build bookshelves and brought books to my room, gathering them around me thickly. I read by day and into the night. I thought about perfectibility, and deism, and adjectives, and clouds, and then foxes. I locked my door, from the inside, and leaped from the roof and went to the woods, by day or darkness. ~ Mary Oliver
468:That night you lay in bed, awake, and listened to the ambulances tear down our street. The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it’s worth. ~ Junot D az
469:I try to be careful and put things in perspective. There are people who have challenging lives and work hard physically and mentally. I consider myself a lucky person because I get to go on stage and tell jokes for an hour. If I miss a connection here and there or my room isn't ready now and then? It's not a big deal. ~ Brian Regan
470:At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat empty. ~ Nicole Krauss
471:...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness- and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees. ~ Mary Oliver
472:to my room.   Sheriff John Moultrie blew through his teeth and pursed lips, making a sound more akin to a steaming teapot than a whistle. The tune was “On the Road to Alabam’,” a melody he’d picked up from watching gangs of gandy dancers as a child; he’d forgotten the words, but the ditty remained part of his grain. ~ Nancy E Turner
473:Whenever my father allowed me to buy a new book, I spent hours in my room with my eyes closed as I listened to it on my astrolabe. In many of those stories, a curious person would find a secret or magical object that would change her or his life. I’d always wanted that to happen to me. And now I was sure this was it. ~ Nnedi Okorafor
474:By the time I slip back to my room, it's almost six. Jasmine is in bed, awake and waiting for me..."Where were you?"
Where was I? Chased by a fat guard, hit by a laugh attack and nearly thrown out of Stanford University Math Camp, never to see the light of the campus ever again, and certainly not as a future student. ~ Justina Chen
475:Yes, but another writer I read in high school who just knocked me out was Theodore Dreiser. I read An American Tragedy all in one weekend and couldn't put it down - I locked myself in my room. Now that was antithetical to every other book I was reading at the time because Dreiser really had no style, but it was powerful. ~ Joan Didion
476:I went to the zoo one day and saw a chimp playing with a beat-up acoustic guitar in a way I had never seen before. Instead of using the pick the chimp was banging the neck and tapping it with its fingers. I knew the chimp was on to something so I practiced this new technique in my room for hours until I'd perfected it. ~ Eddie Van Halen
477:My roommate sits on the couch doing something on his laptop computer and I look at a half-filled coffee cup on the livingroom floor while I balance on one leg, left boot going on. Staring at the halffilled coffee cup keeps me from falling. Thank you for being there for me, halffilled coffee cup. I appreciate you, you silly fuck. ~ Sam Pink
478:Now, Watson,” said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. “You’ll come with me, won’t you?” “If I can be of use.” “Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one. ~ Arthur Conan Doyle
479:Under the warm light cast by the reading lamp, I was plunged into a new world of images and sensations, peopled by characters who seemed as real to me as my room. Page after page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n
480:When I was old enough to read and write, my parents gave me an eraser board that I kept in my room at all times. The idea was that when frustrated, I, Lily, should write down words on the board to express my feelings instead of letting she-devil Shrilly express them through shrieking. It was supposed to be a therapeutic tool. ~ Rachel Cohn
481:I know you’re dying to send a servant up to my rooms to pack my things,” David said in a long-suffering tone. “So you may as well join us.” Murdo smiled. It was one of his rare smiles, and it made David’s heart kick like a mule in his chest. “You’re right, of course, Lauriston,” he said. “As usual, you’re absolutely right. ~ Joanna Chambers
482:I’m seventeen years old, my name is Juan García Madero, and I’m in my first semester of law school. I wanted to study literature, not law, but my uncle insisted, and in the end I gave in. I’m an orphan, and someday I’ll be a lawyer. That’s what I told my aunt and uncle, and then I shut myself in my room and cried all night. ~ Roberto Bolano
483:I’m seventeen years old, my name is Juan García Madero, and I’m in my first semester of law school. I wanted to study literature, not law, but my uncle insisted, and in the end I gave in. I’m an orphan, and someday I’ll be a lawyer. That’s what I told my aunt and uncle, and then I shut myself in my room and cried all night. ~ Roberto Bola o
484:At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, that when my book ended I’d end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away, and when the air cleared of all those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat would be empty. ~ Nicole Krauss
485:I've always been shy, but I see that as a good thing because it kept me focused on music. When I was in seventh grade, I asked my parents for a mobile recording system for Christmas, and I got it. I didn't come out of my room for years after that. I'd get invited to the movies and I'd say, 'I'm gonna finish a couple of demos.' ~ Hunter Hayes
486:I'm Cooper Taylor. I'm a Scorpio. I enjoy women, long walks on the beach, and my roommate says I use girly shampoo. Oh, and I generally hate anyone in the film industry because they're total assholes. Guess you could say I'm you Pai Mei."

"Willow Avery. Actress, Cancer, and according to my team, on my last leg before porn. ~ Emily Snow
487:I stand in the middle of my room and debate not answering. Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device—the mysterious knock on the door—because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don’t know what’s out there, yet you know you’ll open it. You’ll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks. ~ Gillian Flynn
488:Later up in my room, I kept thinking about this, the idea of distance and accomplishment. The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. In the end though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all. ~ Sarah Dessen
489:Nights, in my room, I turn the handle of my grandfather’s old-fashioned razor to release the blade from under its stainless steel cover. I trace the sharp edge over my arm, press it into places where a scratch might go unnoticed. It’s not so much a desire for punishment as for manageable pain, bleeding that can be stanched. ~ Kathryn Harrison
490:R u ration yet?"
"What language is that?"
"Much to my extreme dismay. The sun is no friend to my fragile complexion."
"Poor baby. Come to my room asap."
"It's too early to proposition me, Ellie."
"So frisky. Give me a minute to get some clothes on. Or should I not...? ~ Courtney Allison Moulton
491:Now, Watson,” said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. “You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
“If I can be of use.”
“Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one. ~ Arthur Conan Doyle
492:On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, It rained very hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
I went upstairs and sat in my room and watched the water falling in the street. It was falling so hard that it looked like white sparks (and this is a simile, too, not a metaphor).

P.103 ~ Mark Haddon
493:Instead of celebrating with a cake (too full of poisonous refined sugars) and presents (too materialistic), my mother would come into my room at exactly 3:57 A.M. to tell me the story of my miraculous emergence into this world, as if it was some fairy tale. Although I supposed few fairy tales involved the words 'vaginal flowering'. ~ Molly Harper
494:When I was 16, I was in Boston and some friends said, 'You want to go to New York?,' I went with my roommate... These guys said, 'We're going to this club. Just don't go in the washroom.' It was CBGB. I had no idea what it was or the history of all the music. All I knew was this was my first 21-and-over club and I managed to get in! ~ Stana Katic
495:Then I’d throw my automatic down the elevator shaft-after I’d wiped off all the fingerprints and all. Then I’d crawl back up to my room and call up Jane and have her come over and bandage up my guts. I pictured her holding a cigarette for me to smoke while I was bleeding and all. The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I’m not kidding. ~ J D Salinger
496:Why am I tired of the Internet
I have no friends here
I write down words in my room
For a thousand hours and no likes

So, instead of the Internet I will make a little shop
In an art gallery and tell no one
In my dirty leopard coat it will be 1992 forever
Burned out hamburger sign in the foreseeable distance ~ Dorothea Lasky
497:Why am I tried of the Internet
I have no friends here
I write down words in my room
For a thousand hours and no likes

So, instead of the Internet I will make a little shop
In an art gallery and tell no one
In my dirty leopard coat it will be 1992 forever
Burned out hamburger sign in the foreseeable distance ~ Dorothea Lasky
498:And I realize ... it’s okay. It’s okay if St. Clair and I never become more than friends. His friendship alone has strengthened me in a way that no one
else’s ever has. He swept me from my room and showed me independence. In other words, he was exactly what I needed. I won’t forget it. And I certainly
don’t want to lose it. ~ Stephanie Perkins
499:And I think of how time passes so differently for different people. Mabel and Jacob, their months in Los Angeles, months full of doing and seeing and going. Road trips, the ocean. So much living crammed into every day. And then me in my room. Watering my plant. Making ramen. Cleaning my yellow bowls night after night after night. “It’s ~ Nina LaCour
500:At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, and that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away , and when the air cleared of all of those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat would be empty. ~ Nicole Krauss


   66 Integral Yoga
   18 Poetry
   13 Fiction
   8 Mysticism
   7 Philosophy
   1 Psychology

   59 The Mother
   52 Satprem
   13 H P Lovecraft
   7 Rabindranath Tagore
   5 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   4 Robert Browning
   2 William Wordsworth
   2 Walt Whitman
   2 Sri Ramakrishna

   13 Lovecraft - Poems
   13 Agenda Vol 02
   11 Agenda Vol 01
   9 Agenda Vol 03
   7 Tagore - Poems
   5 Agenda Vol 04
   4 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   4 Browning - Poems
   3 Some Answers From The Mother
   3 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07
   3 Agenda Vol 08
   3 Agenda Vol 07
   3 Agenda Vol 06
   2 Wordsworth - Poems
   2 Whitman - Poems
   2 Questions And Answers 1957-1958
   2 Questions And Answers 1950-1951
   2 Agenda Vol 11

0.03 - Letters to My little smile, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Dear Mother,
  This morning after nine o ’clock X came to my room.
  He advised me to reject hostile suggestions and so on.
  He gave me a lecture. He did not say so but I think You
  asked him to come to my room.
  But I must tell You that I don’t like people to

0.06 - Letters to a Young Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  It seemed to me that there was someone in my room
  who wanted to suck my blood; I wanted to stretch my

0.10 - Letters to a Young Captain, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Sweet Mother,
  I want an electric lamp in the corridor of my room.
  It would be more proper to write (and above all, to think):
  everyone else?
  Is it better to meditate there or here in my room?
  Meditate where you meditate best — that is to say, wherever you

06.12 - The Expanding Body-Consciousness, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The field of our physical activity is very limited. If you look at it closely you will find it indeed extremely narrow and our capacities confined within a small circle. We are bound by the outline of our material body. I cannot, for instance, be sitting in my room and at the same time doing gymnastics in the playground. If you wish to do one thing you cannot do another; if you are at one place you cannot be at another simultaneously. How convenient it would be if while I was writing at the table, I could get there immediately a book from a far-off shelf for consultation without moving or taking anybody's help! And yet is the thing so very impossible? We know, for example, of extraordinaryat least, queerthings happening at what are called spirit sances, things that cannot be explained by the normal functioning of the physical senses; they are explained as interventions from the spirit world. In reality, however, spirits or ghosts have, in general, very little to do in this matter. It is action not of disembodied beings but of the normal human energiesespecially the vital or life energyfreed from the body's control and exerting itself independently. An example, a true fact that happened, will best illustrate what I mean to say.

07.04 - The Triple Soul-Forces, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Yet have I loosened the cord, enlarged my room.

1.01 - Appearance and Reality, #The Problems of Philosophy, #Bertr and Russell, #Philosophy
  In daily life, we assume as certain many things which, on a closer scrutiny, are found to be so full of apparent contradictions that only a great amount of thought enables us to know what it is that we really may believe. In the search for certainty, it is natural to begin with our present experiences, and in some sense, no doubt, knowledge is to be derived from them. But any statement as to what it is that our immediate experiences make us know is very likely to be wrong. It seems to me that
  I am now sitting in a chair, at a table of a certain shape, on which I see sheets of paper with writing or print. By turning my head I see out of the window buildings and clouds and the sun. I believe that the sun is about ninety-three million miles from the earth; that it is a hot globe many times bigger than the earth; that, owing to the earth's rotation, it rises every morning, and will continue to do so for an indefinite time in the future. I believe that, if any other normal person comes into my room, he will see the same chairs and tables and books and papers as I see, and that the table which I see is the same as the table which I feel pressing against my arm. All this seems to be so evident as to be hardly worth stating, except in answer to a man who doubts whether I know anything. Yet all this may be reasonably doubted, and all of it requires much careful discussion before we can be sure that we have stated it in a form that is wholly true.

1.04 - THE APPEARANCE OF ANOMALY - CHALLENGE TO THE SHARED MAP, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology
  untangle my thoughts. If I could not get them untangled, I told myself, I could always go ahead with it.
  And there I was, a fortunate man, carrying a rope from my room where I was alone every night as I
  undressed, so that I would not hang myself from the beam between the closets. And I quit going hunting

1.07 - Hui Ch'ao Asks about Buddha, #The Blue Cliff Records, #Yuanwu Keqin, #Zen
  special instruction). One day Fa Yen asked him, "Why haven't
  you come to enter my room?" Tse replied, "Didn't you know,
  Teacher, when I was at Ch'ing Lin's place, I had an entry." Fa

1.08 - Independence from the Physical, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
  and I moved very quickly, without obstacle. I stayed there for quite a while, watching; I even tried to draw their attention, but they were not conscious. Then, suddenly, something pulled me, an instinct: 'Now I
  must return.' I had the sensation of a sore throat. I remember that in order to get out of their room, which was completely closed except for a small opening near the ceiling, my form seemed to vaporize (I still had a form but it wasn't like regular matter, it was more luminous, less opaque), and I went out like a trail of smoke through the open window. Then I found myself back in my room, near my body, and realized that my head was all crooked, stiff against the pillow, and I
  was breathing with difficulty. I tried to reenter my body, but I

1.08 - Sri Aurobindos Descent into Death, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #unset
  body because I knew that he was alive ... He had to give
  a sign so that I would go into my room, supposedly to rest
  (which I didnt do). And as soon as I had gone out of the

1951-04-02 - Causes of accidents - Little entities, helpful or mischievous- incidents, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The other story is of the days Sri Aurobindo had the habit of walking up and down in his rooms. He used to walk for several hours like that, it was his way of meditating. Only, he wanted to know the time, so a clock had been put in each room to enable him to see the time at any moment. There were three such clocks. One was in the room where I worked; it was, so to say, his starting-point. One day he came and asked, What time is it? He looked and the clock had stopped. He went into the next room, saying, I shall see the time there the clock had stopped. And it had stopped at the same minute as the other, you understand, with the difference of a few seconds. He went to the third room the clock had stopped. He continued walking three times like thatall the clocks had stopped! Then he returned to my room and said, But this is impossible! This is a bad joke! and all the clocks, one after the other, started working again. I saw it myself, you know, it was a charming incident. He was angry, he said, This is a bad joke! And all the clocks started going again!

1951-04-14 - Surrender and sacrifice - Idea of sacrifice - Bahaism - martyrdom - Sleep- forgetfulness, exteriorisation, etc - Dreams and visions- explanations - Exteriorisation- incidents about cats, #Questions And Answers 1950-1951, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There are some very remarkable instances of exteriorisation. I am going to tell you two incidents about cats which occurred quite a long time ago in France. One happened very long ago, long before the war even. We used to have small meetings every weekquite a small number of friends, three or four, who discussed philosophy, spiritual experiences, etc. There was a young boy, a poet, but one who was rather light-hearted; he was very intelligent, he was a student in Paris. He used to come regularly to these meetings (they took place on Wednesday evenings) and one evening he did not come. We were surprised; we had met him a few days before and he had said he would comehe did not come. We waited quite a long time, the meeting was over and at the time of leaving I opened the door to let people out (it was at my house that these meetings were held), I opened the door and there before it sat a big dark grey cat which rushed into the room like mad and jumped upon me, like this, mewing desperately. I looked into its eyes and told myself, Well, these are so-and-sos eyes (the one who was to come). I said, Surely something has happened to him. And the next day we learnt that he had been assassinated that night; the next morning he had been found lying strangled on his bed. This is the first story. The other happened long afterwards, at the time of the war the First [World] War, not the Second the war of the trenches. There was a young man I knew very well; he was a poet and artist (I have already spoken about him), who had gone to the war. He had enlisted, he was very young; he was an officer. He had given me his photograph. (This boy was a student of Sanskrit and knew Sanskrit very well, he liked Buddhism very much; indeed he was much interested in things of the spirit, he was not an ordinary boy, far from it.) He had given me his photograph on which there was a sentence in Sanskrit written in his own hand, very well written. I had framed this photograph and put it above a sort of secretaire (a rather high desk with drawers); well, above it I had hung this photograph. And at that time it was very difficult to receive news, one did not know very well what was happening. From time to time we used to receive letters from him, but for a long time there had been nothing, when, one day, I came into my room, and the moment I entered, without any apparent reason the photograph fell from the wall where it had been well fixed, and the glass broke with a great clatter. I felt a little anxious, I said, There is something wrong. But we had no news. Two or three days later (it was on the first floor; I lived in a house with one room upstairs, all the rest on the ground-floor, and there was a flight of steps leading to the garden) I opened the entrance door and a big grey cat rushed inlight grey, this timea magnificent cat, and, just as the other one had done, it flung itself upon me, like this, mewing. I looked into its eyeshad the eyes of that boy. And this cat, it turned and turned around me and all the time tugged at my dress and miaowed. I wanted to put it out, but it would not go, it settled down there and did not want to move. The next day it was announced in the papers that this boy had been found dead between two trenches, dead for three days. That is, at the time he must have died his photograph had fallen. The consciousness had left the body completely: he was there abandoned, because they did not always go to see what was happening between the trenches; they could not, you understand; he was found two or three days later; at that time probably he had gone out altoge ther from his body and wanted definitely to inform me about what had happened and he had found that cat. For cats live in the vital being, they have a very developed vital consciousness and can easily be taken possession of by vital forces.

1957-03-15 - Reminiscences of Tlemcen, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  When I used to go out in the eveningstowards the end of the afternoon I used to go for a walk with Monsieur X to see the countryside, go walking in the mountains, the neighbouring villages I used to lock my door; it was a habit with me, I always locked my door. Madame X would rarely go out, for the reasons I have already mentioned, because she was in a trance most of the time and liked to stay at home. But when I returned from the walk and opened my doorwhich was locked, and therefore nobody could have entered I would always find a kind of little garl and of flowers on my pillow. They were flowers which grew in the garden, they are called Belles de Nuit;2 we have them here, they open in the evening and have a wonderful fragrance. There was a whole alley of them, with big bushes as high as this; they are remarkable flowers I believe its the same hereon the same bush there are different coloured flowers: yellow, red, mixed, violet. They are tiny flowers like bluebells; no, rather like the convolvulus, but these grow on bushesconvolvulus is a creeper, these are busheswe have some here in the garden. She always used to put some behind her ears, for they have a lovely smell, oh! delightfully beautiful. And so, she used to take a walk in the alley between these big bushes which were quite high, and she gathered flowers, andwhen I came back, these flowers were in my room! She never told me how she did it, but she certainly did not go in there. Once she said to me, Were there no flowers in your room?Ah! yes, indeed, I said. And that was all. Then I knew it was she who had put them there.

1957-07-03, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   She clearly remembered where her room was, but each time she set out to go there, either the staircase disappeared or things were so changed that she could no longer find her way! So she went here and there, up and down, searched, went in and out but it was impossible to find the way to her room! Since all of this assumed a physical appearanceas I said, a very familiar and very common appearance, as is always the case in these symbolic visions there was somewhere (how shall I put it?) the hotels administrative office and a woman who seemed to be the manager, who had all the keys and who knew where everyone was staying. So the daughter went to this person and asked her, Could you show me the way to my room?But of course! Easily! Everyone around the manager looked at her as if to say, How can you say that? However, she got up, and with authority asked for a key the key to the daughters roomsaying, I shall take you there. And off she went along all kinds of paths, but all so complicated, so bizarre! The daughter was following along behind her very attentively, you see, so as not to lose sight of her. But just as they should have come to the place where the daughters room was supposed to be, suddenly the manageress (let us call her the manageress), both the manageress and her key vanished! And the sense of this vanishing was so acute that at the same time, everything vanished!

1957-07-03 - Collective yoga, vision of a huge hotel, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  It was somewhat like this: somewhere in the centre of this huge building, a room was reservedin the story, as it seemed, it was reserved for a mother and her daughter. The mother was a very old lady, a self-important matron with much authority and her own views on the whole organisation. The daughter had a sort of power of movement and activity which made it possible for her to be everywhere at once even while remaining in that room which was well, a little more than a room; it was a sort of apartment, and its main feature was to be right in the centre. But she was in constant argument with her mother. The mother wanted to keep things as they were with the rhythm they had, that is, with precisely that habit of demolishing one thing to build another out of it, and then again demolishing another to rebuild another onewhich gave the building an appearance of frightful confusion. And the daughter didnt like that and had another plan. She wanted above all to bring something quite new into this organisation, a sort of super-organisation which would make all this confusion unnecessary. Finally, as it was impossible to come to an understanding, she had left the room to go on a sort of round of inspection. She went her round, saw everything, then she wanted to go back to her own room for it was her room as wellto take some decisive action. And it was then that something rather peculiar began to happen. She remembered quite well where her room was, but each time she set out to go there by one route either the stairs disappeared or things were so changed that she could no longer recognise her way! And so she went here and there, climbed up and down, searched, went in and out impossible to find the way back to her room! As all this was taking a physical appearance, which was, as I said, very familiar and very ordinary, as always in these symbolic visions, somewhere there washow to put it?the administration of this hotel, and a woman who was a kind of manager, who had all the keys and knew where everybody was staying. So the daughter went to this person and asked, Can you show me the way to my room?Oh, yes, certainly, it is very easy. All the people around looked at her as though saying, How can you say that? But she got up and, with authority, asked for a key, the key of the room, and said, Ill take you there. Then she took all sorts of routes, but all so complicated, so bizarre! And the daughter followed her very attentively so as not to lose sight of her. And just at the moment when obviously they should have reached the place where this so-called room was, suddenly the managerwe shall call her the manager the manager with her key disappeared! And this feeling of disappearance was so acute that everything disappeared at the same time.

1958-12-15 - tantric mantra - 125,000, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   I have just received your letter of the 15th. Yes, I know that the hour is critical. It has been grave here as well. I had to stop everything, for the attack upon my body was too violent. Now it is better but I have not yet resumed any of my outer activities, and I remain in my room upstairs. The battle continues in the invisible and I consider it decisive. You are a very intimate part of this battle. This is to tell you that I am with you in the most integral sense of these words. I know what you are suffering, I feel it but you must hold on. The Grace is there, all-powerful. As soon as it is possible and without going through one minute more than needed to transform that which has to be transformed, the trial will reach its end and we shall emerge into the light and joy. So never forget that I am with youin youand that WE SHALL TRIUMPH:

1958 12 - Floor 1, young girl, we shall kill the young princess - black tent, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   Two or three days after I retired to my room upstairs,1 early in the night I fell into a very heavy sleep and found myself out of the body much more materially than I do usually. This degree of density in which you can see the material surroundings exactly as they are. The part that was out seemed to be under a spell and only half conscious. When I found myself at the first floor where everything was absolutely black, I wanted to go up again, but then I discovered that my hand was held by a young girl whom I could not see in the darkness but whose contact was very familiar. She pulled me by the hand telling me laughingly, No, come, come down with me, we shall kill the young princess. I could not understand what she meant by this young princess and, rather unwillingly, I followed her to see what it was. Arriving in the anteroom which is at the top of the staircase leading to the ground floor, my attention was drawn in the midst of all this total obscurity to the white figure of Kamala2 standing in the middle of the passage between the hall and Sri Aurobindos room. She was as it were in full light while everything else was black. Then I saw on her face such an expression of intense anxiety that to comfort her I said, I am coming back. The sound of my voice shook off from me the semi-trance in which I was before and suddenly I thought, Where am I going? and I pushed away from me the dark figure who was pulling me and in whom, while she was running down the steps, I recognized a young girl who lived with Sri Aurobindo and me for many years and died five years back. This girl during her life was under the most diabolical influence. And then I saw very distinctly (as through the walls of the staircase) down below a small black tent which could scarcely be perceived in the surrounding darkness and standing in the middle of the tent the figure of a man, head and face shaved (like the sannyasin or the Buddhist monks) covered from head to foot with a knitted outfit following tightly the form of his body which was tall and slim. No other cloth or garment could give an indication as to who he could be. He was standing in front of a black pot placed on a dark red fire which was throwing its reddish glow on him. He had his right arm stretched over the pot, holding between two fingers a thin gold chain which looked like one of mine and was unnaturally visible and bright. Shaking gently the chain he was chanting some words which translated in my mind, She must die the young princess, she must pay for all she has done, she must die the young princess.

1959-10-06 - Sri Aurobindos abode, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   I found myself in another world, but not far away (I was not in a total trance). This world was almost as substantial as the physical world. There were roomsSri Aurobindos room with the bed he rests on and he was living there, he was there all the time: it was his abode. Even my room was there, with a large mirror like the one I have here, combs, all kinds of things. And the substance of these objects was almost as dense as in the physical world, but they shone with their own light. It was not translucent, not transparent, not radiant, but self-luminous. The various objects and the material of the rooms did not have this same opacity as the physical objects here, they were not dry and hard as in the physical world we know.
   It is similar with this japa: an imperceptible little change, and one can pass from a more or less mechanical, more or less efficient and real japa, to the true japa full of power and light. I even wondered if this difference is what the tantrics call the power of the japa. For example, the other day I was down with a cold. Each time I opened my mouth, there was a spasm in the throat and I coughed and coughed. Then a fever came. So I looked, I saw where it was coming from, and I decided that it had to stop. I got up to do my japa as usual, and I started walking back and forth in my room. I had to apply a certain will. Of course, I could do my japa in trance, I could walk in trance while repeating the japa, because then you feel nothing, none of all the bodys drawbacks. But the work has to be done in the body! So I got up and started doing my japa. Then, with each word pronounced the Light, the full Power. A power that heals everything. I began the japa tired, ill, and I came out of it refreshed, rested, cured. So those who tell me they come out of it exhausted, contracted, emptied, it means that they are not doing it in the true way.
   In fact, when I walk back and forth in my room, I dont cut myself off from the rest of the worldalthough it would be so much more convenient! All kinds of things come to mesuggestions, wills, aspirations. But automatically I make a movement of offering: things come to me and just as they are about to touch my head, I turn them upwards and offer them to the Light. They dont enter into me. For example, if someone speaks to me while I am saying my japa, I hear quite well what is being said, I may even answer, but the words remain a little outside, at a certain distance from the head. And yet sometimes, there are things that insist, more defined wills that present themselves to me, so then I have to do a little work, but all that without a pause in the japa. If that happens, there is sometimes a change in the quality of my japa, and instead of being fully the power, fully the light, it is certainly something that produces results, but results more or less sure, more or less long to fructify; it becomes uncertain, as with all things of this physical world. Yet the difference between the two japas is imperceptible; its not a difference between saying the japa in a more or less mechanical way and saying it consciously, because even while I work I remain fully conscious of the japa I continue to repeat it putting the full meaning into each syllable. But nevertheless, there is a difference. One is the all-powerful japa; the other, an almost ordinary japa There is a difference in the inner attitude. Perhaps for the japa to become true, a kind of joy, an elation, a warmth of enthusiasm has to be added but especially joy. Then everything changes.

1960-03-03, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   Only a few days ago, on the morning of the 29th, I had one of those experiences that mark ones life. It happened upstairs in my room. I was doing my japa, walking up and down with my eyes wide open, when suddenly Krishna camea gold Krishna, all golden, in a golden light that filled the whole room. I was walking, but I could not even see the windows or the rug any longer, for this golden light was everywhere with Krishna at its center. And it must have lasted at least fifteen minutes. He was dressed in those same clothes in which he is normally portrayed when he dances. He was all light, all dancing: You see, I will be there this evening during the Darshan.1 And suddenly, the chair I use for darshan came into the room! Krishna climbed up onto it, and his eyes twinkled mischievously, as if to say, I will be there, you see, and therell be no room for you.

1960-05-21 - true purity - you have to be the Divine to overcome hostile forces, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   Well, I tried hard but I couldnt really find the way. At times, I almost seemed to have it, a mere nothing would have been enough; it was just a matter of getting the knack (and at heart, this is what Power is all aboutto get the knack, to suddenly seize upon the means, the right vibration, what in India is called siddhi). Well, after his departure, all of a sudden it came. It happened while I was doing my japa, while I was walking up and down my room As if I were holding all that in my armsit was so concrete and lifting it up towards the Light, along with this ascending OM, rising from the very depths, OM!and I was carrying all these people, and it was spreading forth, PHYSICALLY spreading, and I was carrying the earth, I was carrying the whole universe, but in such a tangible, concrete wayall towards the Supreme Lord.

1960-05-28 - death of K - the death process- the subtle physical, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   I tried to delay the moment, but he was in the hospital, so it was difficult. I was in my room when they burned his body, and then suddenly I saw him arrivesobbingsaying, But But I m dead. I DIDNT WANT to die! Why am I dead, I DIDNT WANT to die! It was dreadful. So I kept him and held him against me to quiet him down.

1960-06-04, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   Once Im relaxed, I have developed the habit of repeating my mantra. But its very strange with these mantras I dont know how it is for others; Im speaking of my own mantra, the one I myself foundit came spontaneously. Depending on the occasion, the time, depending on what I might call the purpose for repeating it, it has quite different results. For example, I use it to establish the contact while walking back and forth in my roommy mantra is a mantra of evocation; I evoke the Supreme and establish the contact with the body.

1960-07-26 - Mothers vision - looking up words in the subconscient, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   I came out of the concentration at 4:10quite late. For I was VERY busy! I was in some sort of small house similar to my room, but it was at the top of a tower, for you could see the landscape from above. It was similar to my room here, with large windows. And I was much taller than I actually am, for there was a ledge below each window (there was a cupboard below each window, as in my room), and this ledge came quite low on me; in my room, it comes up to my chest, whereas it was much lower in my vision. And from there oh, what beautiful landscapes! It was surrounded by such lovely countryside! There was a flowing river, woods, sunlightoh, it was really lovely! And I was very busy looking up words in the dictionary!

1960-10-11, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   It happened this morning while I was walking back and forth in my room. I had finished my japa I had to stop and hold my head in my hands to keep from bursting into tears. No, it is too dreadful, I said to myself; and to think that we want Perfection!

1960-10-25, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Kabbalah
   It was just before Durga Puja,3 or just after I cant remember (dates and I dont go together)no, it was after Durga Puja. So I went into a deep concentration and, as a matter of fact, I saw that a very powerful and dangerous rakshasic4 power was involved. And then, when I started walking for my japa upstairs in my room (I had given some thought to this story and tried asking for something to be done), I suddenly saw Durga before me raising high a lance of white light the lance of light that destroys the hostile forcesand She struck into a black swarming mass of men.
   But then there came a frightful reaction. For one day I was nearly as sicknot quiteas two years ago5 (they must have used the same mantra). And, you see, I who never vomit terrible vomitingeverything inside came out! Only now Im a bit more experienced than two years ago (!), so I set it right It happened here, downstairs, in the afternoon. I went right back up to my room (I didnt see anyone that afternoon), and I remained concentrated to try to find out what had happened. I saw that it came from therea backlash of those people trying to defend themselves.

1961-01-10, #Agenda Vol 02, #unset, #Kabbalah
   Oh no, my child, you dont see at all! To speak I must have a receptive atmosphere! The idea of talking aloud all alone in my room would never occur to me. Sound doesnt come: what comes is a direct transmission and if I manage to connect it to my hand and write its transmitted, although it always gets somewhat pulled down. I can be doing anything at all, it doesnt matter, but it must be something that doesnt monopolize my attention, like brushing my hair in the morning for example: then it comes directly and nothing stops it! But I would never think of uttering a word! That only happens when I find some receptivity in front of me, something I can use.

1961-01-24, #Agenda Vol 02, #unset, #Kabbalah
   All this is just to tell you that some contacts are not very favorable. And I understand full well: I could never tolerate people like that coming into my room sometimes it would take me hours and hours to put things right!

1961-02-04, #Agenda Vol 02, #unset, #Kabbalah
   One day I will find his photo and show it to you; he is there with a big dog he called Little Boy, a dog that could exteriorizehe would dream and go out of his body! This dog had a kind of adoration for me. (I should mention that at a fixed time in the afternoons I used to meditate and go into trance. When it was finished I would go out walking with Theon, and the dog always came with us, usually coming to fetch me in my room.) One day I was lying on a divan in trance when I felt his cold muzzle nudging my hand to wake me. I opened my eyes no dog. Yet I had positively, clearly felt his cold muzzle. So I got ready, went downstairs, and who did I find fast asleep on the landing but Little Boyhe was in trance as well! He had come to wake me in his sleep. When I reached the landing he woke up, shook himself and trotted off.
   Very well, replied Madame Theon, I shall see about that when I get up. Now go away, youre spoiling my room!

1961-02-07, #Agenda Vol 02, #unset, #Kabbalah
   Thats enough. I said I wouldnt say anything! You see how you are. When Im up in my room, I always tell myself, Not a word today! I dont want to start saying unpleasant things. And then.

1961-02-11, #Agenda Vol 02, #unset, #Kabbalah
   The trouble is, they hinder my work (Mother indicates her legs). Not the work up in my roomthere, on the contrary, it is going well, very well, clear, precise. Yesterday again I worked on the translation of The Synthesis of Yoga, and it was so pleasant. So pleasant.
   It all began with some extremely violent attacks. So if your dream is not premonitory, then it must be the result of their formation, by which they intend to disseminate the conviction everywhere, as much as possible, that this is the end. Two years ago, when I had to retire to my room, a formidable campaign was set into operation upon all the Ashram people; and all those who were a little receptive, either in dreams or through an openness to suggestions, heard it clearly announced: On the 9th of December of this year [1958], Mother will leave. Theres no doubt about it, its sure. It was said to me as well: This will be the end, you will leave. It was repeated to everybody, everybody, a great many people heard itthey were virtually awaiting it. And this is why (you know how extremely ill I was at the time, I was really ill), this is why I didnt react, but all the same I didnt go to the lake [the lake estate where Mother was to have gone on the 9th of December], because I told myself, If anything happens there, it will be awkward I had better not go. But still I knew it wasnt true, I knew it.
   Two nights ago, I saw a formation of illness over the entire Ashram, a kind of adverse formation trying to prevent me from leaving my room, and I had to hide to get out, leave clandestinely. Oh, what a terrible atmosphere, so heavy, so grayeverybody was ill. And this formation had some actual effects because many people fell ill who normally never do. It is an adverse formation and theres no reason to concede its victory; its simply a force which doesnt want us to succeed, of courseso we need not pay attention.
   Basically, if we were capable of. When I am up in my room, its very easy, very easy: it comes and what is a little more difficult is getting out of that state. There I am, like this (gesture of blissful abandonment), and when I feel its time to go downstairs or I have something to do or someone is coming with lunch or whatever, then its a little difficult; otherwise, I am like that (same gesture). Whats difficult is my contact with the Ashram people. As soon as I go down and simply that, having to fidget on my feet, giving people flowers. And they are so unconsciously egotistical! If I dont go through the usual concentration on each one of them, they wonder, What is it? Whats wrong? Have I done something? And and it turns into a big drama.


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