“There is an alternative to war. It's staying in bed and growing your hair.”

“It was so darn quiet you could hear your hair grow.”

“Don't let your hearts grow numb. Stay alert. It is your soul which matters.”

“Your hair has turned white
While your heart stayed
Knotted against me.
I shall never
Loosen it now.”

“Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed.”

“Who knows how to make love stay? Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay. Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.”

“Stay in bed when absent a sense of purpose.”

“In war you learn your lessons, and they stay learned, but the tuition fees are high.”

“Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.”

“It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.”