I haven't been to sleep for over a year. That's why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn't sleep.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.

Don’t you simply love going to bed. To curl up warmly in a nice warm bed, in the lovely darkness. That is so restful and then gradually drift away into sleep…

I'm worried because they said I couldn't sleep in the same bed as my son. I feel like they feel I'm going to hurt him or molest him or something.

He went to bed and slept the sleep of the good-for-nothing which, by an anachronism not a single songwriter has yet struck, is proven to be more sound than that of innocence