“Leaning forward in your chair when someone is trying to squeeze behind you isn't enough. You also have to move the chair.”

“You sittin' here chained to your rockin' chair.”

“You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.”

“When you sit right down in the middle of yourself you're gonna wanna have a comfortable chair.”

“I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.”

“Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the porch, and never go forward.”

““Will you write the story?”
“If there is one.”
“Happy ending or no?” He was serious.
She attempted a smile. “Fairy tales always have a happy ending.”
He leaned back in his chair. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you are Rumplestiltskin or the Queen.””

“Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.”

“I have no intention of spending the night in a chair and leaving you the bed.”

“A woman materialises behind Prospero -- leaning lightly on the back of his chair -- she is alternately a Titianesque nude and then the Vesalius figure -- flayed … she leans lightly over and kisses Prospero on the cheek. The kiss leaves a blood-red mark on his withered cheek. Prospero shivers.”