“Looking around his hotel room not long before expiring: "This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.”
“Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed...This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.”
“My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.”
“She was incomparable in her inspired loveliness. Her arms amazed one, as one can be astonished by a lofty way of thinking. Her shadow on the wallpaper of the hotel room seemed the silhouette of her uncorruption.”
“This wallpaper is dreadful, one of us will have to go.”
“This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper.”