I nodded off and ended up in the other lane. It terrified me ... I felt sleep deprived. I never felt like I got enough rest.

If Mark Sailor hadn't attempted to murder me, he may be able to sleep and he wouldn't be locked up. He doesn't have a right to be out in society. He's a very dangerous person.

Those girls knew right from wrong. What he did was wrong, but they made the decision to sleep with him.

At one point I thought I'd had a great life and prayed that if I went to sleep I wouldn't wake up.

Glory went to look in on her father. He lay on his right side, his face composed, intent on sleep. His hair had been brushed into a soft white cloud, like harmless aspiration, like a mist given off by the endless work of dreaming.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.