“Just before I look under my bed, I always get a little cold feeling, as if part of me expects to find something staring back at me.I've probably seen too many Hollywood movies to have any hopes of ever cultivating a healthy relationship with the underside of my bed.”

“When Jack just rescued her Ma's, just succeeded doing the Great Escape:"Want to go to Bed.""They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while." "No. Bed.""You mean in Room?" Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes."Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now.”

“I seem to have spent a good part of my life - probably too much – in just standing and staring.”

“Is the bed comfortable?” Please say no. Just give me any reason to get you in my bed.”

“I sit there in my bed staring at the wall, feeling happy, enjoying the way the wall looks, how pink and how white it is. Pink and white, as far as I’m concerned, have never looked quite so pink and white before.”

“Colt lies on my bed and pulls me down behind him. I expect him to go for my clothes, but instead he kisses me again. “Blanket.” I mutter, between kisses. “If you’re cold I’m doing something wrong.”