2. "I suspected the movies, considering her cheap crack about me being a ten-cent Clark Gable, which was ridiculous. He simpers, to begin with, and to end with no one can say I resemble a movie actor, and if they did it would be more apt to be Gary Cooper than Clark Gable."
- Rex Stout, Black Orchids
4. "I'd not exchange, for a thousand lives, my condition here, for Edgar Linton's at Thrushcross Grange--not if I might have the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable and painting the house-front with Hindley's blood."
- Quote by Emily Brontë
5. "It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night."
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
6. "Does it count for anything that I just told you I love you?" Gable asked. I considered this briefly before deciding that it didn't. "Not really. Not when I know you don't mean it."
- Gabrielle Zevin, All These Things I've Done
7. "The best defense is a good offense. —DAN GABLE, Olympic gold medalist in wrestling and the most successful coach in history; personal record: 299–6–3, with 182 pins"
- Timothy Ferriss, The 4 Hour Workweek
8. "In 1938... the year's #1 newsmaker was not FDR, Hitler, or Mussolini. Nor was it Lou Gehrig or Clark Gable. The subject of the most newspaper column inches in 1938 wasn't even a person. It was an undersized, crooked-legged racehorse named Seabiscuit."
- Laura Hillenbrand, Seabiscuit: An American Legend
9. "It's true, isn't it, in our world, that the petals pooled with nectar, and the polished thorns are a single thing- that the petals pooled with nectar, and the polished thorns are a single thing- that even the purest light, lacking the robe of darkness, would be without expression- that love itself, without pain, would be no more than a shrug gable comfort."
- Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems
10. "First, the white ceiling. Then the slow realisation that this was not the dark, damp timber six inches above his nose to which he had woken for six weeks in his bunk aboard Henrietta. Then the memory of his purpose; and the whole variorum mosaic of the evening before; and a burning curiosity. The light through the gable window was full sunshine. He"
- Francis Spufford, Golden Hill