
He leaned across the desk and produced a short-barrel revolver from one of the drawers. "One problem. Six solutions. —
Matt Hults

And my mother, whose radius of travel was short, tied the letters with ribbon and kept them in her desk, When you get the chance, she said to me, go. —
Frances Mayes

Anton was in his office, short and wide behind the desk in a gabardine suit the color of lemon ice cream. His face was sunlamp brown. —
Ross Macdonald

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk. —
Marina Tsvetaeva