“One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I'll never know.”
“I’m talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?”I picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?”
“I didn't think much of men's pajamas, ever. Only Max could make pajamas, even every day, normal pajama bottoms and a t-shirt like the ones he was wearing, look so darned good.”
“I'll bring pajamas " she said. "Yeah? You have any idea how old I am?" "Not nearly as old as you're gonna be by midnight.”
“Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.”
“My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them.""I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.”