Quotes About Chair

I was delighted when Booktrust asked me to be chair of judges for the Booktrust Teenage Prize 2010.

I've been an inveterate reader of literary magazines since I was a teenager. There are always discoveries. You're sitting in your easy chair, reading; you realize you've read a story or a group of poems four times, and you know, Yes, I want to go farther with this writer.

There's not too many things I'm afraid of, but I'm not too brave when it comes to sitting in a chair getting my teeth drilled.

Robin turned her iPad so that Strike could see it. He moved his chair in: Robin felt his knee bump hers.

He drank it sitting in Robin's chair, and ate half a packet of digestives,

I found Wolfe watching Fritz prepare dinner from the wooden chair with arms near the window that had been constructed to his specifications.

Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.

The missing guy got back from the restroom. He stood behind Reacher's chair, arms spread wide in exaggerated perplexity. As if to say, what the hell is going on here? Who is this guy? Reacher kept one eye on Jimmy Rat, and one on the window alongside him, where he could see a faint ghostly reflection of what was happening behind his shoulder.

wooden visitor chair polished to a high shine by a thousand pairs of pants.

The day guy was an aquiline black man about seven feet tall, but slender as a pencil, folded into a desk chair that was far too small for him.

Reacher sat down in the lawn chair next to Scorpio's. He stretched out and got comfortable and stared straight ahead at an inert Maytag. Scorpio was silent beside him. They looked like two old men at a ball game. The sentries stayed on the floor, breathing, but not easily.

door wide open. Patty pointed. Shorty said, "It's for cleaning your ears. Or drying them. Maybe both. They have two ends. I've seen them in the drugstore." "Why is it there?" "Someone missed the trash can. Maybe it bounced off the rim, and rolled out of sight. Happens all the time. The maids don't care." She said, "Go back to your lawn chair, Shorty." He did.

and at the critical moment, when the old fool was leaning over the chair at an angle of forty-five, and trying to reach a point three inches beyond what was possible for him to reach, the string would slip, and down he would slide on to the piano, a really fine musical effect being produced by the suddenness with which his head and body struck all the notes at the same time.

she did look remarkably like a chair—a great, accommodating upholstered armchair. You could certainly sit on Mma Potokwane and feel perfectly comfortable: she was the sort of chair into which one might sink after a hard day's work—sink, and possibly not reappear until hours later, emerging from voluminous feather-filled cushions.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

I sat back in my wooden chair as they signed the paperwork and stared down at the arm rests, studying the various layers of paint, the chips and cracks. How many hands had gripped them? I wondered. What lives were attached to those hands, what dreams were shattered, what sorrows were they trying to squeeze out of their souls?

What aspects of the room have meaning for you? Do you have special feelings about a certain chair you prefer or associate with someone you care for, or dislike? (See fig. 13.) Is it something about the relationships between pieces of furniture, crowded or widely spaced, baroque alongside plain, the character of the curtains or the rug? Perhaps the important qualities are more abstract: the color of the light at a certain time of day or the geometry of the windows and doors.

Il n'a jamais mis les pieds dans un musée. Il s'arrêtait devant un beau jardin, des arbres en fleur, une ruche, regardait les filles bien en chair.

One of the lies that we tell ourselves is that we're making progress; but Huey's chair's empty.

My father from long habit took a book with him to the table and then, remembering my presence, furtively dropped it under his chair.

As a man of ideals, perhaps my greatest aspiration really does not go beyond occupying this chair at this table in this café.

The trouble with you is," she said, "you sit in front of that window all the time where there's nothing to look out at. You need some inspiration and an out-let. If you would let me pull your chair around to look at the TV, you would quit thinking about morbid stuff, death and hell and judgement. My Lord.

Listen here, Mr. Shiftlet, she said, sliding forward in her chair, you'd be getting a permanent house and a deep well and the most innocent girl in the world. You don't need no money. Lemme tell you something: there ain't any place in the world for a poor disabled friendless drifting man.

I am going to be the World Authority on Peafowl, and I hope to be offered a chair some day at the Chicken College.