I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

~ Sara Gruen

Sara Gruen Left Handed Writing

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

~ Vladimir Nabokov

Vladimir Nabokov Fear Insomnia Insomniac Left Left Handed Pnin Sleep Vladimir Nabokov Wrist

[S]urely the Cupid serving him was lefthanded, with a weak chin and no imagination.

~ Vladimir Nabokov

Vladimir Nabokov Chins Cupid Imagination Left Handed Weak

I don’t know what you’re talking about, but any organization that claims you for a member doesn’t get to call itself sinister, whether you’re left-handed or not. I would be insulted to be offered membership in such a namby-pamby organization. It would be like the Archbishop of Canterbury calling a select club of his compatriots ‘Bad, Bad Bishops’.”Marshall sniggered.“Watch out for the clergy,” Edward said. “They’re absolutely wild. Sometimes they have an extra biscuit at tea.

~ Courtney Milan

Courtney Milan Left Handed Sarcasm

Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked.“No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.

~ Hafiz

Hafiz Left Handed Sarcasm

This was met with a long pause. “Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked.“No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.

~ Courtney Milan

Courtney Milan Left Handed Sarcasm