It's the time to run away an' hide under the bed, an' hope the world's still in one piece when you come out again.

Just in case you get any ideas, know that I'll be sleeping with a can of Mace in one hand and pepper spray in the other.— - KatieJorlan's expression turned mocking. —Just in case you get any ideas, know that I'll be sleeping with a feather in one hand and massage oil in the other.

If a woman sleeps alone it puts a shame on all men. God has a very big heart, but there is one sin He will not forgive. If a woman calls a man to her bed and he will not go.

Cole,— I said, —do you think I'm lovable?—"As in "cuddly and'?—"As in "able to be loved,'— I said.Cole's gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he'd look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. "Maybe," he said. "But you won't let anybody try."I closed my eyes and swallowed. "I can't tell the diference between not fighting," I said,—and giving up."Despite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry.Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn't know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole's hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into theskin next to my jaw. It wasn't a touch that said "I need more—. It was a touch that said "I want this."It was all completely soundless. I didn't think either of us was breathing.Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.He said, —That's how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

It takes grace to stop working and go to bed. When in bed, more grace is needed to rise up and begin work again.

'Tis very warm weather when one's in bed.

And so to bed.

The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry; And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach the bed doth show, Of human bliss to human woe.

A mans bed is his cradle, but a woman's is often her rack.

Tis very warm weather when one s in bed.

Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?

The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.

As a seasoned insomniac, I knew sometimes the way to beat sleeplessness was to outwit it: to pretend you didn't care about sleeping. Then sometimes sleep became piqued, like a rejected lover, and crept up to try to seduce you.

He that riseth late must trot all day.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

The fate of the worm refutes the pretended ethical teaching of the proverb, which assumes to illustrate the advantage of early rising and does so by showing how extremely dangerous it is.

I have so much to do that I am going to bed.

I used to lie for hours staring into the dark of the sleeping house, feeling the loneliness that only the sleepless know when the queer feeling comes that it is the sleeping who are alive and that those awake are disembodied ghosts.