A Quote by Jennifer Weiner

I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch! — © Jennifer Weiner
I don't like futons. They can't commit. I'm a bed! I'm a couch! I'm a bed! I'm a couch!
I write almost entirely in bed or on a couch with my feet up on the coffee table. I feel most creative when I'm looking out the window, and my bed and couch have nice views of the New York skyline.
I write almost entirely in bed or on a couch with my feet up on the coffee table. I feel most creative when Im looking out the window, and my bed and couch have nice views of the New York skyline.
I might have 'couch syndrome.' I'm always sleeping on the couch at home, even when I have a comfortable bed. I'm used to it.
All those years on the psychiatrist's couch and suddenly the couch is moving. Good God, she is on that couch when the big one hits. Maidy didn't tell you, but you know what her doctor said? She sprang from the couch and said, "My God, was that an earthquake?" The doctor said this: "Did it feel like an earthquake to you?
I'm feeling very angry right now, because I have only one bed and no couch.
When you look at a couch you don't really see the couch. You see the couch as perceived by a state of mind.
I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch.
I'm sorry, but having an Aston Martin DB9 on the drive and not driving it is a bit like having Keira Knightley in your bed and sleeping on the couch.
I'm still the person on my friend's couch, and I'd like to own the couch.
I was an energetic child, always walking on my hands, flipping off of the back of the couch, or jumping up and down on my bed.
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.
monotony is not to be worshipped as a virtue; nor the marriage bed treated as a coffin for security rather than a couch from which to rise refreshed.
As a kid growing up, the most simple things would make me so, so excited. I remember the first time my dad got a let-out couch; you could sleep in it like a bed and my sister and I just thought that was so magical.
I am a completely horizontal author. I can't think unless I'm lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch and with a cigarette and coffee handy. I've got to be puffing and sipping.
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, and born in bed, in bed we die; the near approach a bed may show of human bliss to human woe.
I rise from bed the first thing in the morning, leaving my couch not because I am dissatisfied with it, but because I cannot carry it with me during the day.
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