
Un Art de Vivre (The Art of Living) (1939), The Art of Friendship
Ch 8
The Rahotep series, Book 3: Egypt: The Book of Chaos (2011)
Context: A little distance had opened between us, almost unnoticed, rarely acknowledged. We made love infrequently. The couch was for sleep at the end of exhausting days. I confided in her less often. Perhaps that is the fate of all marriages.
Un Art de Vivre (The Art of Living) (1939), The Art of Friendship
“The lone couch of his everlasting sleep.”
Alastor, or The Spirit of Solitude (1816), line 57
Too Far To Go, foreword (1979)
“I love to sleep. I'd sleep all day if I could.”
Stephen Tobolowsky in a Facebook post on August 16, 2014 https://www.facebook.com/stephentobolowsky/photos/a.720745797941988.1073741825.113073725375868/922749314408301.
“The rhetoric of hate is often most effective when couched in the idiom of love.”
Source: 1960s, Julian (1964), Chapter 6