Beanbag Quotes

“There’s a spring in my step when I see a little indie bookstore down the way, with a tea mug carved out of wood hanging in the window. Another wooden sign declares its cute and utterly perfect name: Books and Boba.
Oh, this is heaven. Round bean bags are scattered among the long shelves, crammed with everything from picture books to young adult novels to coffee table books. The tea is forgotten as I pick up a graphic novel I’ve been looking forward to and start flipping through the pages. And then there’s another new release that I want—I add it to my pile. Then another, then—
I’ve got a stack of ten books by the time I make it to one of the bean bags, this one in a funky electric-blue daisy pattern.”
― Julie Abe, The Charmed List

“First of all, nothing good ever came from a beanbag chair. Nothing. I am speaking from personal experience.”
― Eric Weiner, The Geography of Genius: A Search for the World's Most Creative Places from Ancient Athens to Silicon Valley

“This place must be what thirteen-year-old me pictured as a fancy mansion, because while it's large luxurious, the design details are still very much the rendering of a seventh-grader. I tour an office lined with tangerine bookshelves and the striped, upholstered window seat of my teen dreams. There's a yellow sunroom with wicker furniture and pink plaid pillows, while the airy living room boasts nothing but a big denim sectional, as if my imagination got tired. Outside, sure enough, there are two pools, one large and with a slide, the other a slim, glittering lap pool.
Upstairs, I pass the unfinished bedroom, the pink-and-purple bathroom, and my bedroom, walking toward the rainbow-colored wooden stairs at the far end of the hallway. They creak as I climb up to a small, round turret room.
It's magnificent.
The black ceiling is dotted with tiny twinkling lights that look like stars. One wall holds an aquarium filled with— I barely need to count— thirteen fish, and floor pillows as vibrant as Starbursts surround a gigantic purple beanbag that's calling my name.
I slouch into it, yawning. Whatever spikes of energy I felt from all the sugar and excitement have officially crashed. Or maybe my dream body is spent after keeping up with such a remarkably realistic fantasy.”
― Laura Marie Meyers, The MASH Up