Breakfast at Tiffany's
Even so, whenever I felt in my pocket the key to this apartment; with all its gloom, it still was a place of my own, the first, and my books were there, and jars of pencils to sharpen, everything I needed, so I felt, to become the writer I wanted to be (1.1).
"Oh, you get used to anything," I said, annoyed with myself, for actually I was proud of the place (3.11).
"If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name. I've thought maybe after the war, Fred and I – " (4.58).