“Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death”
“The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.”
“She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.”
“He is very skillful.But she understands…that what's delicious is different for everyone.”
“Human beings cling to their delicious tyrannies and to their exquisite nonsense, till death stares them in the face.”
“Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.”