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   1 Sri Ramakrishna
   1 Enomoto Seifu Jo

NEW FULL DB (2.4M)

   9 John Green
   5 Cassandra Clare
   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
   3 Mary Oliver
   3 Junot D az
   3 Jessica Sorensen
   3 Jenny Han
   3 Christina Ricci
   3 Charles Bukowski
   3 Amanda Hocking
   2 Suzanne Collins
   2 Sara Ney
   2 Russell Hoban
   2 Rachel Hawkins
   2 Molly Harper
   2 Miranda Kenneally
   2 Miranda Cosgrove
   2 Michael Jackson
   2 Maria V Snyder
   2 Louis Ferdinand C line
   2 Laurie Halse Anderson
   2 Kurt Cobain
   2 Kim Harrison
   2 Kiersten White
   2 Justine Elvira
   2 Jimi Hendrix
   2 Jim Gaffigan
   2 Jim Carrey
   2 Jennifer L Armentrout
   2 Jay McLean
   2 Jamie McGuire
   2 James Patterson
   2 James Joyce
   2 Hunter Hayes
   2 Gina Marinello Sweeney
   2 Gillian Flynn
   2 Frank W Abagnale
   2 Ellen Hopkins
   2 Elle Kennedy
   2 Eddie Van Halen
   2 Dorothea Lasky
   2 Demetri Martin
   2 David Levithan
   2 Bram Stoker
   2 Benjamin Alire S enz
   2 Becky Albertalli
   2 Arthur Conan Doyle
   2 Andy Kaufman
   2 Andr Aciman
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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:To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,

25:I run to my room and slam the door. I hate when Amá sees me cry. — ~ Erika L S nchez,

26:Sometimes I just wish I had a day off. I really need to clean my room. ~ Hilary Duff,

27:I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere. ~ Jennifer Esposito,

28:Okay, I’ll be in my room if you need me. Please don’t need me. Also, ~ Seanan McGuire,

29:I look at my roommates who are so proud of me that it makes me proud. ~ Adriana Trigiani,

30:I never went back to my room. I took the Fung Wah bus from South Station. ~ Lev Grossman,

31:I spend a lot of my time looking at blue, The colour of my room and my mood. ~ Kate Bush,

32:Despite breaking into my room, Steve seemed like a pretty decent lizard guy. ~ David Liss,

33:My room was only eleven floors above Rosie's, so I walked up the stairs. ~ Graeme Simsion,

34:Was I really reading my roommate’s journal behind his back? Of course I was. ~ Junot D az,

35:When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room. ~ Woody Allen,

36:I had thought my room was bad enough, but there were even more books in Kon's. ~ Tan Twan Eng,

37:I was a big sci-fi fantasy geek when I was younger... secretly, in my room. ~ Christina Ricci,

38:It’s so quiet in my room that I wonder if this is what being dead sounds like. ~ Matthew Quick,

39:I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people. ~ Khaled Hosseini,

40:If I am to write, I must have a room to myself, which shall be my room. ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe,

41:I sit in my room and often try to find what’s so wrong with me that no one loves me ~ V F Mason,

42:Me: I had sex with my roommate. WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW? Oz: You do it again. Duh. ~ Sara Ney,

43:My roommate and my boyfriend, they both know I am compulsive and controlling. ~ Christina Ricci,

44:I wasn't thriving socially, so I stayed in my room and played guitar all the time. ~ Kurt Cobain,

45:I write songs all the time in my room. I play them for my friends and family. ~ Miranda Cosgrove,

46:Growing up, my room was covered in posters. I was like, "I want to make posters." ~ Ryan McGinley,

47:I don't sit in my room and hide the whole time. I think people know my spirit is real. ~ Kid Rock,

48:I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. ~ James Joyce,

49:I keep a night light on because my room is so full at night, I can't get to sleep! ~ Sylvia Browne,

50:I would lock myself in my room and drink a case of Corona and smoke a load of pot. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,

51:I ate lunch then went back to my rooms where I collapsed into bed and fell asleep. ~ Maria V Snyder,

52:The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave. ~ Anne Sexton,

53:You buy me sheets. You paint my room. What's next? You gonna wash my balls?" -Tate ~ Kristen Ashley,

54:Garrett: Allie's gonna crash in my room. Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room. ~ Elle Kennedy,

55:I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room. ~ Jean Rhys,

56:Abby being in my room made it feel like home, and the emptiness no longer seemed right. ~ Jamie McGuire,

57:By the second tour I had rice cakes and hummus with me, and I was jumping rope in my room. ~ Taylor Dane,

58:If you look around my room, you see lots of lists. I'm inspired by what's up on the wall. ~ Phil Keoghan,

59:In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel,

60:I walk down the hallway and go into my room and call it a day and it calls me something else. ~ Sam Pink,

61:The first time my mom found condoms in my room, she literally started crying hysterically. ~ Jason Segel,

62: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,

63:And then I go up to my room, climb onto a chair, and contemplate the mechanics of hanging. ~ Jennifer Niven,

64: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,

65:I've never had a message for anyone in my entire life. Except maybe to give out my room number. ~ Bon Scott,

66:Fine, but when I get back to my room, I'm adding don't take shit from anyone to the list. ~ Jessica Sorensen,

67: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,

68:In my room as a kid... I'd play a fighter and get knocked to the floor and come back to win. ~ Dustin Hoffman,

69:My room is never clean. I play 'Guitar Hero' all the time and throw things around my room. ~ Miranda Cosgrove,

70:I get sent Bibles. I have a collection of about 20 in my room. People think I need to be guided. ~ Emma Watson,

71:I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom. ~ James Joyce,

72:Two hours after the melon disaster, I sprawled on the floor of my room. Grounded. With nothing to do. ~ R L Stine,

73:When I perform, it's very personal. I'm sharing things I like, inviting the audience into my room. ~ Andy Kaufman,

74:Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework? ~ Richelle Mead,

75:You know what I regret more than anything?" "No." "Not kissing you in my room that day. ~ Miranda Kenneally,

76:I can’t take living in this dorm,” the voice on speaker says. “My roommate’s a fruit loop dingus. ~ Colleen Hoover,

77:I'm a typical college girl; I love to shop and gossip with my roommates about boys and whatnot. ~ Alicia Sacramone,

78: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,

79:Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me. ~ Rachel Caine,

80:I’m ready to be on my own, away from the nightmares that haunt my room, my life, my whole world. ~ Jessica Sorensen,

81:I'm very shy really. I spend a lot of time in my room alone reading or writing or watching television. ~ Johnny Cash,

82:My last night in my room. My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. ~ Stephenie Meyer,

83:what tipped me off was the pink nighty I was wearing and the abundance of flowers decorating my room. ~ Graham Parke,

84: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,

85:Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,

86:Survival is important, but even so, I’m still thinking about that almost-kiss as I head off to my room. ~ Brian Yansky,

87:I believe everybody should have a room where they get rid of all their releases. So my room was a stage. ~ Jimi Hendrix,

88:And my parents finally realize I'm kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: They rent out my room. ~ Woody Allen,

89: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,

90: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,

91: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,

92:I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else. ~ Suzanne Collins,

93:I passed to my room and went to be, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. despair has it's own calms. ~ Bram Stoker,

94: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,

95: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,

96:Yeah, hello and good-bye,” Karras growled. “Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my room? ~ William Peter Blatty,

97: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,

98: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,

99:passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms. 31 ~ Bram Stoker,

100:My room is much better than Axel’s and that’s what counts, right?” “That’s right,” Dad said. “Hey!” Axel said. ~ Aileen Erin,

101:Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air. ~ Patricia Cornwell,

102: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,

103:For years, I hated myself. I covered the mirrors in my house. I literally couldn't have a mirror in my room. ~ Christina Ricci,

104: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,

105: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,

106: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,

107: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,

108:Well there was a beautiful girl in my room in a semi-transparent nightgown, and my memory was temporarily impaired. ~ Amy Patrick,

109: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,

110: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,

111: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,

112:-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were. ~ e e cummings,

113:He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary. ~ Amanda Hocking,

114: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,

115: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,

116: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,

117: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,

118:What are your interests?" "Your son in my room," I said. "Excuse me?" "The sun and the moon," I said. "Astronomy. ~ David Levithan,

119: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,

120: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,

121: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,

122: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,

123: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,

124: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,

125: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,

126: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,

127: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,

128: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,

129: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,

130: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,

131: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,

132:[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,

133: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,

134:-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were. ~ E E Cummings,

135: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,

136: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,

137: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,

138: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,

139: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,

140: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,

141: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,

142: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,

143: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,

144: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,

145: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,

146: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,

147: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,

148: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,

149: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,

150: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,

151: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,

152: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,

153: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,

154: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,

155: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,

156: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,

157: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,

158: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,

159: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,

160: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,

161: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,

162: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,

163: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,

164: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,

165: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,

166: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,

167: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,

168: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,

169: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,

170: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,

171: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,

172: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,

173: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,

174: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,

175: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,

176: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,

177: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,

178: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,

179: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,

180: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,

181: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,

182: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,

183: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,

184: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,

185: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,

186: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,

187: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,

188: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,

189:...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,

190: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,

191: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,

192: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,

193: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,

194: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,

195: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,

196: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,

197: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,

198: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,

199: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,

200: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,

201: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,

202: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,

203: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,

204: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,

205: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,

206: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,

207: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,

208: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,

209:...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,

210: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,

211: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,

212: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,

213: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,

214: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,

215: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,

216: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,

217: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,

218: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,

219: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,

220: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,

221: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,

222: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,

223: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,

224: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,

225: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,

226: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,

227: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,

228: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,

229: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,

230: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,

231: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,

232: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,

233: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,

234: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,

235: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,

236: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,

237: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,

238: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,

239: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,

240: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,

241: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,

242: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,

243: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,

244: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,

245: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,

246: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,

247: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,

248: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,

249: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,

250: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,

251: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,

252: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,

253: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,

254: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,

255: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,

256: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,

257: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,

258: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,

259: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,

260: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,

261: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,

262: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,

263: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,

264: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,

265: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,

266: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,

267: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,

268: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,

269: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,

270: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,

271: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,

272: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,

273: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,

274: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,

275: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,

276: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,

277: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,

278: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,

279: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,

280: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,

281: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,

282: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,

283: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,

284: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,

285: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,

286: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,

287: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,

288: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,

289: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,

290: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,

291: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,

292: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,

293: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,

294:JESSE I have a time machine up in my room. I've come to save you just like I said I would. CELINE Save me from what? JESSE Save you from being blinded by all the little bullshit of life. ~ Richard Linklater,

295: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,

296: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,

297: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,

298: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,

299: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,

300: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,

301: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,

302: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,

303: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,

304: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,

305: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,

306: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,

307: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,

308: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,

309: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,

310: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,

311: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,

312: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,

313: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,

314: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,

315: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,

316: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,

317: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,

318: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,

319: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,

320: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,

321: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,

322: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,

323: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,

324: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,

325: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,

326: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,

327: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,

328:....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,

329: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,

330: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,

331: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,

332: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,

333: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,

334: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,

335: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,

336: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,

337: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,

338: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,

339: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,

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: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,

342: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,

343: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,

344: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,

345: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,

346: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,

347: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,

348: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,

349: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,

350: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,

351: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,

352: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,

353: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,

354: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,

355: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,

356: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,

357: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,

358: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,

359: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,

360: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,

361: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,

362: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,

363: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,

364: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,

365: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,

366: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,

367: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,

368: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,

369: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,

370: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,

371: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,

372: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,

373: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,

374: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,

375: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,

376: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,

377: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,

378: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,

379: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,

380: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,

381: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,

382: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,

383: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,

384: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,

385: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,

386: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,

387: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,

388: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,

389: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,

390: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,

391: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,

392: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,

393: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,

394: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,

395: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,

396: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,

397: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,

398: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,

399: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,

400: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,

401: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,

402: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,

403: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,

404: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,

405: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,

406: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,

407: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,

408: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,

409: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,

410: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,

411: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,

412: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. Much. 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,

413: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,

414: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,

415: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,

416: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,

417: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,

418: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,

419: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,

420: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,

421: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,

422: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,

423: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,

424: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,

425: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,

426: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,

427: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,

428: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,

429: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,

430: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,

431: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,

432: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,

433: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,

434: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,

435:Perfection 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,

436: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,

437: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,

438: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,

439: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,

440: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,

441: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,

442: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,

443: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,

444: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,

445: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,

446: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,

447: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,

448: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,

449: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,

450: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,

451: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,

452: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,

453: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,

454: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,

455: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,

456: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,

457: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,

458: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,

459: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,

460: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,

461: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,

462: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,

463: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,

464: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,

465: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,

466: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,

467: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,

468: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,

469:...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,

470: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,

471: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,

472: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,

473: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,

474: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,

475: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,

476: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,

477: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,

478: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,

479: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,

480: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,

481: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,

482: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,

483: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,

484: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,

485: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,

486: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,

487: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,

488:R u ration yet?" "What language is that?" "R U AWAKE" "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." "GET OVER HERE?" "So frisky. Give me a minute to get some clothes on. Or should I not...? ~ Courtney Allison Moulton,

489: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,

490: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,

491: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,

492: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,

493: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,

494: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,

495: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,

496: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,

497: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,

498: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,

499:An old rusty beer can lay in her path; she kicked it viciously. What is it, she thought, is this the way Nueva York is set up, then, freeloaders and victims? Schoenmaker freeloads off my roommate, she freeloads of me. Is there this long daisy chain of victimisers and victims, screwers and screwees? And if so, who is it I am screwing. ~ Thomas Pynchon,

500:I would point out that I'm an actress for a reason! If I were popular in high school, I would have considered another career because I wouldn't have been alone in my room, making up other characters for myself. I definitely had growing pains. The popular kids didn't want anything to do with the girl who was starting the drama club. ~ Ginnifer Goodwin,

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   1 Integral Yoga


   8 The Mother
   2 Sri Ramakrishna


   8 The Mothers Agenda
   4 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna

0.07_-_1957, #Agenda Vol 1, #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 appearance - as 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 hotel's 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 daughter's room - saying, '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 daughter's 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!

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, #Bertrand 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.

1.07_-_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

2.11_-_WITH_THE_DEVOTEES_AT_DAKSHINEWAR, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      The next song described the grief of Mandodari at the death of her husband Ravana. As he listened to it the Master shed tears of sorrow and said: "Once, when I entered the pine-grove over there, I heard the boatmen on the Ganges singing that song and wept bitterly for a long time. I had to be brought back to my room."

2.20_-_2.29_-_RULES_FOR_HOUSEHOLDERS_AND_MONKS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      "In my room sweets would turn bad; still I could not give them away to the worldly-minded. I could accept dirty water from others, but not even touch the jar of a worldly person.      --      BANNERJI: "I have your picture in my room; also the picture of a sdhu living in the mountains, blowing on a piece of lighted charcoal, in a bowl of hemp."      --      "Keshab sent three members of the Brahmo Samaj to the temple garden at Dakshineswar to test me. Prasanna was one of them. They were commissioned to watch me day and night, and to report to Keshab. They were in my room and intended to spend the night there. They constantly uttered the word 'Dayamaya' and said to me: 'Follow Keshab Babu. That will do you good.' I said, 'I believe in God with form.' Still they went on with their exclamations of 'Dayamaya!' Then a strange mood came over me. I said to them, 'Get out of here!' I didn't allow them to spend the night in my room.      --      The Master walked away in the direction of the pine-grove. Returning to the Panchavati, he said to M.: "Please ask someone to spread a mat outside my room. I shall lie down a few minutes. I am coming presently."      --      (To Hazra) "A perfect soul, even after attaining Knowledge, practises devotions or observes religious ceremonies to set an example to others. I go to the Kli temple and I bow before the holy pictures in my room; therefore others do the same. Further, if a man has become habituated to such ceremonies, he feels restless if he does not observe them.      --      It was about noon. The gong and the bells announced the worship and offering in the various temples. The brahmins, the Vaishnavas, and the beggars went to the guesthouse to have their midday meal. The devotees of the Master were also to partake of the sacred offerings. He asked them to go to the guesthouse. To Narendra he said: "Won't you take your meal in my room? All right. Narendra and I will eat here." Bhavanath, Baburam, M., and the other devotees went to the guesthouse.

2.30_-_2.39_-_THE_MASTER_IN_VARIOUS_MOODS, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      "A physician prescribed medicine for a patient. and said to him, 'Come another day and I'll give you directions about diet.' The physician had several jars of molasses in his room that day. The patient lived very far away. He visited the physician later and the physician said to him: 'Be careful about your food. It is not good for you to eat molasses.' After the patient left, another person who was there said to the physician: 'Why did you give him all the trouble of coming here again? You could very well have given him the instructions the first day.' The physician replied with a smile: There is a reason. I had several jars of molasses in my room that day. If I had asked the patient then to give up molasses, he would not have had faith in my words. He would have thought: "He has so many jars of molasses in his room, he must eat some of it. Then molasses can't be so bad." Today I have hidden the jars. Now he will have faith in my words.      --      MASTER: "I shall say good-bye to you now. Come another day and we shall talk together. Today is Sunday and many people have come to see me. They are waiting in my room. Have you had a good crop in the country?"      --      "But 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 found 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 a change came over me. The mind left the plane of the Lila and ascended to the Nitya. I found no distinction between the sacred tulsi and the ordinary sajina plant. I no longer enjoyed seeing the forms of God; I said to myself, 'They come and go.' I lifted my mind above them. I removed all the pictures of gods and goddesses from my room and began to meditate on the Primal Purusha, the Indivisible Satchidananda, regarding myself as His handmaid.      --      He finds there only devotion, devotee, and God. You see, I too have a wife, and 'a few pots and pans in my room; I too feed a few vagabonds; I too worry about the devotees-Habi's mother for instance-when they come here."

2.40_-_2.49_-_THE_MASTER_AT_THE_HOUSES_OF_BALARM_AND_GIRISH, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism      "I ordered the removal of all pictures and portraits from my room. When I regained outer consciousness, when the mind climbed down to the ordinary level, I felt as if I were being suffocated like a drowning person. At last I said to myself, 'If I can't bear people, then how shall I live?' Then my mind was again directed to bhakti and bhakta.      --      "The youngsters do not enjoy worldly people's company. Rkhl used to say, 'I feel nervous at the sight of the worldly-minded.' When I was first beginning to have spiritual experiences, I used to shut the doors of my room when I saw worldly people coming.      --      "I too passed through that state. It is called Dsya, the attitude of the servant toward his master. I used to weep so bitterly with the name of the Divine Mother on my lips that people would stand in a row watching me. When I was passing through that state, someone, in order to test me and also to cure my madness, brought a prostitute into my room. She was beautiful to look at, with pretty eyes. I cried, 'O Mother! O Mother!' and rushed out of the room. I ran to Haladhri and said to him, 'Brother, come and see who has entered my room!' I told Haladhri and everyone else about this woman. While in that state I used to weep with the name of the Mother on my lips. Weeping, I said to Her: O Mother, protect me! Please make me stainless. Please see that my mind is not diverted from the Real to the unreal.' (To the doctor) This attitude of yours is also very good. It is the attitude of a devotee, one who looks on God as his Master.

3-5_Full_Circle, #unset, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga   When I protested that they could hardly have much of an idea of my work, since the course had just started and he had attended just one session, he laughed and said that if it would make me feel better, I could contribute whatever I saw fit.   But when, after the next seminar, I arrived at their house, they surrounded me with warmest hospitality. You would have thought I was their dearest relative!--They all slept on the floor--men, of course, strictly separate from women. But for me they brought a four-post bed from the cellar and set it up in a large private room. Each night, when the time came for their evening prayer session (at about I0:30), one of then took my suitcase and escorted me upstairs to my room. Thus was established, without a spoken word, a geographic separation between my uncompromisingly scientific classes and their uncompromisingly religious prayers. Quite possible embarrassments were thus forestalled.   But in due course I happened to pick up a copy of their Divine Principle and in my next seminar I translated some of its religious principles into scientese.23 Their horizontal and vertical principles seem to assemble into the Periodic coordinate system; their object and subject can then be interpreted as Work Component X and Controller Y; their give-and-take then becomes symbiosis ( + , + ), extending their vocabulary to all coactions, and so forth. Not everything translates, of course: from science's point of view, a lot of what they say has got to be regarded as symbolic. But they seem able to accept that. This leaves us smilingly convinced that we are, in our very different scientific and humanistic ways, describing the same thing.   --   I had, of course, to keep replying that it is most certainly not perfect, but that it may be perfectible.--That is a service which scientists must constantly and firmly render to men of religion, to keep our minds open to correction and to growth. What deadlier paralysis is there than the illusion of having reached perfection?   For the next term at Southern Connecticut State College, its 1971 summer session, the Unification Church sent students to New Haven from Washington, Philadelphia, New York, and a physicist and a political scientist across the continent from California. We lived together at the New Haven Center. The physicist, Glenn Strait, conducted two evening sessions there each week to coach and brief all those who needed it. Next morning at eight o'clock, unresolved questions were taken up in class. "Counseling, personal" sometimes went on by appointment, and sometimes by students' impulsively coming to my room.   By midterm, the class had divided itself along the Two-Culture line into Scientists and Humanists. I designed the examinations so that one set of specialized questions was directed to scientists, a different set to humanists. But all basic questions belong to both cultures. They were directed to, and answered by, everyone.

4.04_-_Weaknesses, #Words Of The Mother II, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   *   On some days of each month, when I sleep at night on my cot, moonlight from the window of my room falls on my face and body. Is there any harm in the moonlight falling on me while I am sleeping? I ask You because someone told me that it might have a bad effect and so it would be better to shut it out. But I love the moon and   241

Aeneid, #unset, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga   for old misdeeds will be forgotten. Why   delay? They burst into my room. The son   of Aeolus joins them as a companion,

Agenda_Vol_11, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Very sweet Mother,   I saw R. on Sunday, he came to my room and. we had lunch together. With love I arranged   beautiful flowers for You and R. You were with us. We spoke a lot. I felt R. like a brother.   --   communication. You understand, its lucky I dont speak because theyd say I have taken leave of my   senses! And I see that with my eyes open, during the day, can you imagine! So Ill see my room, for   example Ill be here, seeing people and at the same time Ill see one landscape or another, and it all

Agenda_Vol_2, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   Oh no, my child, you don't 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 doesn't come: what comes is a direct   transmission - and if I manage to connect it to my hand and write it's transmitted, although it always   --   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!   --   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   --   'Very well,' replied Madame Theon, 'I shall see about that when I get up. Now go away, you're   spoiling my room!'   So the little gnome left.   --   necessary endurance.   That's enough. I said I wouldn't say anything! You see how you are.... When I'm up in my room, I   always tell myself, 'Not a word today!' I don't want to start saying unpleasant things. And then....   --   All right... because it's always all right! But.... Well, it doesn't matter.   The trouble is, they hinder my work (Mother indicates her legs). Not the work up in my room -   there, on the contrary, it is going well, very well, clear, precise.... Yesterday again I worked on the   --   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,   --   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 gray - everybody was ill. And this formation had some actual effects   --   All the rest is unimportant.   Basically, if we were capable of.... When I am up in my room, it's 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   --   gloomy, full of fear, pettiness, blind submission, oh! Everyone was in a state of expectation.... 55 In   short, the atmosphere was such that there was an attempt to prevent me from leaving my room - I had   to sneak out! It was disgusting! Well, on the very night I saw the spell over the Ashram, Sri Aurobindo   --   together, doing this, seeing that, arranging things, talking - it's a kind of second life behind this one,   and it makes existence pleasant. But that night when I had to sneak out of my room (in my   nightgown!), and people were trying to find me to... (laughing) force me back into bed, he was lying   --   It's a curious thing... speaking evidently helps me follow the experience. But I can't just begin   speaking all alone up in my room! And talking to a tape recorder is useless. Up to now, it certainly   flows the best with you - by far. I haven't tried with others, although occasionally I've said something   --   away the attack) and my arms were not affected at all. When it was over, I consciously entered the   most material subtle physical, just beyond the body. I was sitting in 'my room' there (an immense,   cubic room) reading or writing something, when I heard the door open and close, but I was busy and   --   broke into smithereens. Immediately I said, 'Oh! Something has happened to... Fontenay.' (That was   his name: Charles de Fontenay.) After that I came back down from my room, and then I hear a   miaowing at the door (the door opened onto a large garden courtyard 125 ). I open the door: a cat bursts   --   Take a real break for some time, and then....   It's impossible. I can't. Even two years ago, when I was really sick and took to my room for the first   time, I couldn't let the work go. I can't do it. It's not possible.   --   (silence)   While 'walking' in my room, a series of invocations or prayers have come to me 178 (I didn't choose   them - they were dictated to me) in which I implore the Lord to manifest his Perfection (and I am quite   --      retired to my room upstairs....200 You know that during pujas these goddesses come all the time - they   don't enter the body and tie themselves to it, but they do come and manifest. Well, this time - I think it   --   Then I went into Sri Aurobindo's room and told him, 'Here's what I have seen.' 'Yes, I know!' he   replied (Mother laughs) 'That's fine; I have decided to retire to my room, and you will take charge of   the people. You take charge.' (There were about thirty people at the time.) Then he called everyone   --   Shiva, on the other hand, refused. 'No,' he said, 'I will come only when you have finished your   work. I will not come into the world as it is now, but I am ready to help.' He was standing in my room   that day, so tall (laughing) that his head touched the ceiling! He was bathed in his own special light, a

Agenda_Vol_3, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   this thing holding him there in his body: the fact that I knew he was alive and could only be alive. He   had to signal me to go to my room, supposedly to rest (I didn't rest); and no sooner had I left his room   than he was gone.   --   what's necessary without making it our exclusive preoccupation. At any rate, this possibility is certainly   not altogether unknown; for the first few months after I retired to my room, 18 when I had cut all contact   with the outside, it was working very well... even extraordinarily so! Lots of disorders in my body were   --   Because a day or two ago (I don't remember exactly, it was rather fleeting but very interesting), I   went through such a moment while walking in my room (it lasted while I was out on the balcony, too):   suddenly a kind of absolute certainty that I knew nothing (there was no "I" at all)... that one knew   --   common explanation would be that it was some type of magic spell - for my health too.   The last time X came, I was very ill the day he arrived and he was called to my room upstairs -   actually I wanted him to come upstairs for several reasons, so he could see certain things.... But he   --   You can tell him that the body is much better, but that I still have to take a great deal of care and   precaution. I don't come down from my room, which has been transformed into a sickroom, and it will   be impossible for me to see him.   --   (silence)   Several times (because I am almost never alone in my room, though there may be many other reasons),   I have noticed a slight change, a small movement in the consciousness of the person or persons in the   --   (same gesture) at the age of five. It was a very pleasant sensation. I would sit in a little armchair made   especially for me, all alone in my room, and I... (I didn't know what it was, you see, not a thing, nothing   - mentally zero) and I had a VERY PLEASANT feeling of something very strong, very luminous, and   --   because my father didn't give a hoot and my mother would scold me - that was always the first thing   she did. And so I would go to my room and sit down in my little armchair, and there I could   concentrate and try to understand... in my own way. And I remember that after quite a few probably   --   one - more luminous, less opaque), and I went out like smoke through the open window. Then   I found myself back in my room, next to my body, and I saw that my head was twisted and rigid   against the cushion, and I was having trouble breathing. I wanted to get into my body:

Agenda_Vol_4, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   the same time he left twelve days ago), I was in concentration, resting, when suddenly here comes a   very agitated Benjamin who tells me, "Mother, they've taken all the furniture out of my room! What am   I to do now!?" I told him gently, "Do not fret, you don't need anything any more." Then I put him to   --   A rather funny thing was that the day before, he had met N., and N. told me, "When that man   entered my room, he stared at me, and I felt forbidden to speak - I wanted to say something but my   mouth remained sealed! He froze me with a look, I couldn't utter a word!"   --   Last night was less pleasant.... There were again those things collapsing. I was below, you see, trying to   go back up to my room, and every time I tried to go back up, all the means to do so disappeared or   were done away with. Now I've chased it all away because it was tiring. But one thing I do remember: I   --   It was a construction - a huge construction. It resembled one of those huge hotels they build   nowadays, with inner courtyards and all sorts of things. And I had my room right at the top. (It called to   my mind an old experience I had had.... Do you remember that "big hotel"? 123 It was somewhat like   that.) And everyone there was APPARENTLY full of respect, of obedience, of thoughtfulness... but   everyone was going his own sweet way - that's nothing new. At first, I was downstairs (my room was   way upstairs, I don't know how many floors there were), and there I met some people, people whom I   --   something - nor was I responsible to them. But I didn't have the feeling of being any more at home   there than anywhere else; yet I had undeniably my room there, at the very top of the house.   Maybe they were gods?   --   which he couldn't control (not that it occurred to him to control them!). He was an engineer and a very   intelligent boy (but that makes no difference), and once, while Sri Aurobindo was in my room, this boy   came up the stairs and had me called. I went out to see him. Then he flew into a great rage, began   --   would stay here forever.... People were annoyed, everyone was annoyed, they didn't know what to do. I   was in my room here (it was three years ago, maybe four). I remember: I was sitting on my bed (at the   time I used to work on my bed, over there), and I received a letter in which I was told... in short, that it

Agenda_Vol_5, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   ...Then they all rushed at me, one on the heels of another - family, friends, etc. I was completely   bewildered. I had just enough strength to go into my room from time to time and rest on my bed,   wrapping myself in the Force to hold out.

Agenda_Vol_6, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   hour, he kept throwing it all on me violently. I was there - I didn't notice it! I was laughing, speaking,   acting, moving around, and the body felt per-fect-ly fine. I came back to my room here, P. and V. were   here and they had heard (he was shouting like a madman), they had heard the whole thing; they were   --   remember now), and suddenly I said to myself, "This child is impossible! He keeps doing what he isn't   supposed to do!" (Mother laughs) So I went out of my room, entered a great hall, and the little child   was busy playing in a gutter! (Laughing) Which I found completely disgusting! So his tutor ran up to   --   Two or three nights ago also, I had a symbolic dream. You know that it's your old mosquito netting   that was installed in my room?   Yes.

Agenda_Vol_7, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   "The second time, with a normal dose of LSD (lysergic acid), as I rose in that luminous   situation, I had terrible visions, the walls of my room came alive with thousands of   malignant and desperate faces that persecuted me till night...."   --   (Laughing) They are everywhere! Here, there, everywhere.... Once, Sri Aurobindo (I think it was in   1920) said to me one day, "Oh, they have put my room in order, I can't find anything anymore!" For   their part, they said he had his papers everywhere: on his bed, on the chairs, on the table, in the

Agenda_Vol_8, #The Mothers Agenda, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga   orangutan by the hand!... That would be charming enough! (Mother laughs)... And if he brought it to   my room!   But animals really have a lot of charm. I must say we are on very good terms. The whole perversion   --   I too had that sense of Falsehood.110   And the amusing thing is that I got her letter, read it, then Sujata came into my room, stayed five   minutes in it, and I saw her go out abruptly, just like that. And half an hour later she told me, "But   --   have been required; but it was all rushed through), then all of a sudden, when they burned him (I didn't   even know the time of the cremation), he suddenly came into my room, you know, appalled... appalled,   crying, miserable: "But I am dead! I didn't know I was dead, but I am dead and they've burned me,

Book_of_Imaginary_Beings_(text), #unset, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga   and had resolved to let everything go, and in this mood   was lying in my rocking-chair in my room, the beast on   my knees, I happened to glance down and saw tears dropping from its huge whiskers. Were they mine, or were

Maps_of_Meaning_text, #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

Sayings_of_Sri_Ramakrishna_(text), #Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism   379. At the time of my practicing austere Sadhanas under the Panchavati, a man named Girija1 came   there. He was a great Yogi. Once when I wanted to come to my room in the dark night, he raised his arm   and a strong light emanated from his arm-pit and lighted the whole path. On my advise he gave up using

The_Garden_of_Forking_Paths_2, #Selected Fictions, #Jorge Luis Borges , #unset      ". . . and I hung up the receiver. Immediately afterwards, I recognized the voice that had answered in German. It was that of Captain Richard Madden. Madden's presence in Viktor Runeberg's apartment meant the end of our anxieties and-but this seemed, or should have seemed, very secondary to me-also the end of our lives. It meant that Runeberg had been arrested or murdered.[7] Before the sun set on that day, I would encounter the same fate. Madden was implacable. Or rather, he was obliged to be so. An Irishman at the service of England, a man accused of laxity and perhaps of treason, how could he fail to seize and be thankful for such a miraculous opportunity: the discovery capture, maybe even the death of two agents of the German Reich? I went up to my room; absurdly I locked the door and threw myself on my back on the narrow iron cot. Through the window I saw the familiar roofs and the cloud-shaded six o'clock sun. It seemed incredible to me that that day without premonitions or symbols should be the one of my inexorable death. In spite of my dead father, in spite of having been a child in a symmetrical garden of Hai Feng, was I-now-going to die? Then I reflected that everything happens to a man precisely, precisely now.