*Amy stands up disgruntled again.* "Jeez. I keep forgetting that I'm here." *she stomps out of the room and returns with a couple of fluffy cushions which she plumps up in a corner.* "Well, if I'm stayin' then I might as well be comfortable"
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. — Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)