“What do I share?
What do I keep from all the strangers
Who sleep where I sleep?”

“I suppose that's what we do in death⎯⎯⎯sleep in wonder.”

“When I sleep I sleep and do not dream because it is as well that I am what I seem when I am in my bed and dream.”

“What do you mean I can’t sleep with this hooker in the basement?”

“There are some things I keep sacred. My middle name. Who I sleep with. And what kind of hand moisturizer I use.”

“" I am carrying so much cotton that I can't sleep thinking about it. It is wearing me out. What can I do?"
" Sell down to the sleeping point," answered the friend.”

“I don’t know where I am, what am I doing, where will life take me, how will things go, whom to talk to, what to share, what to cook, how to eat, when to sleep, what to wear, what to do and how to live. All of my known are busy making their CVs look professional and substantial. And I am figuring out the way to make my life normal and less bumpy. Forget about building strong resume. Rest assured, I am okay…I will be alright. Cheers to my life!”

“Would you truly sleep with strangers?" "I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.”

“All those reports that I sleep in my closet. I don't know how people get that. People are so obsessed with what you do at home.”

“What hath night to do with sleep?”