You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from… — Tim Finn Copy Share Image
Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Seeing you sleeping peacefully on your back among your stuffed ducks, bears and basset hounds, would remind me that no matter how… — Joan Baez Copy Share Image
Sleep in my arms. Like a baby bird. Like a broom among brooms... in a broom closet. Like a tiny parrot. Like… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
“I had the feeling that if it were perfectly quiet, if I could hear nothing, I would never wake up. Something in… — James Dickey Copy Share Image
