“No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.”
“A blanket really makes the bed. Good thing too, because I never make the bed. ”
“—You have never known a Woman’s body!—I have known the body of my mother, sick and then dying.”
“Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?”
“Minds are like beds. They can be made and unmade.”
“I don’t sleep on the left side of the bed, or the right side, because there is a third option: to not sleep. After all, sleep is like death. Ah, but that’s life, no?”