It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.
Norwegian WoodIn her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
A Stranger Is WatchingWhen you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.
There Once Was A BoyI had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.
Three Men in a BoatYou learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Pet SemataryI’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
Paper Towns