“My mother wasnʹt sleeping with anybody. She doesnʹt even sleep with my father.”

“My father was a history professor, and my mother a housewife—"

She married a house?”

“Stars of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!”

“She sleeps!—so sleeps the wretch beside the stake:
She sleeps!—how dreadful from such sleep to wake!”

“Isolation is nice,” thought Brant as she drifted closer to sleep. “It’s a shame you can’t share it with anybody.”

“It is a saying of my people. Even Water sleeps. But Enemy never rests.”

“There is a tiger in my room,' said Frances.
'Did he bite you?' said Father.
'No,' said Frances.
'Did he scratch you?' said Mother.
'No,' said Frances.
'Then he is a friendly tiger,' said Father. 'He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep.”

“The boy on the Oakland porch goes to sleep upon the universe of ice and wakes up and remembers the death of his father and mother, and sees the sun.”

“To be a simple animal like my father, untroubled by consciousness, or conscience. To sleep soundly, at east with your certainties, men as expendable as beef.”

“My needs are simple and few, thought Valentine. Food. Clothing. A comfortable place to sleep. And.

But of course a world with no idiots would be lonely. If she herself were even allowed there.”