I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it. But you have to be efficient if you're going... to be lazy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One of those sound slumbers which, lasting in reality some half hour, seem to the sleeper to have been protracted for three weeks ...or a month.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dominique Ballon: You fell off the sofa, you stupid idiot. Inspector Clouseau: I know I fell off the sofa, Madame. There's no... need to tell me--everything I do is carefully planned, Madame.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Would the departed never nowhere nohow reappear? Ever he would wander, selfcompelled, to the extreme limit of his cometary orbit, ...beyond the fixed stars and variable suns and telescopic planets, astronomical waifs and strays, to the extreme boundary of space, passing from land to land, among peoples, amid events. Somewhere imperceptibly he would hear and somehow reluctantly, suncompelled, obey the summons of recall. Whence, disappearing from the constellation of the Northern Crown he would somehow reappear reborn above delta in the constellation of Cassiopeia and after incalculable eons of peregrination return an estranged avenger, a wreaker of justice on malefactors, a dark crusader, a sleeper awakened, with financial resources (by supposition) surpassing those of Rothschild or the silver king.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curt...ains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel--or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,... this blessing love gives again into our arms.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When he was a crawler he left your feet to journey to the sofa and bring you a ball. When he was a toddler he left your side to jo...urney across the grass and bring you a leaf. When he was a pre-school child he left your yard to journey next door and bring you back a neighbor's doll. Now he will journey into school and bring you back a piece of his new world....His journeys are all outwards now, into that waiting world. But he feels the invisible and infinitely elastic threads that still guide him back to you. He returns to the base that is you, seeking rest and re-charging for each new leap into life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is nothing so slipperily alluring as sadness; we become sad in the first place by having nothing stirring to do; we continue... in it, because we have found a snug sofa at last.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »