“My room is a twittering gray box with a wall / there and there and there again.”

“Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.”

“Once again, we shall have to operate not only outside the box, but outside the room containing the box.”

“I rot on the wall, my ownDorian Gray.”

“I would have got past Mr. Rochester's chamber without pause; but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also.  No sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while I listened.  There was a heaven-a temporary heaven-in this room for me if I chose.”

“I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something -- like, say, organization ...”