“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Jace said softly from my right."Call me that again, and I'll tell the whole Pride you sleep in Scooby-Doo underwear." "I don't sleep in Scooby-Doo underwear. Hell, I don't sleep in any underwear.”
“Don't cross me Scooby-Doo. I'm not an old man in a mask waiting to be thwarted by you meddling kids.”
“I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear. ”
“That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him.“Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.”
“I wonder idly how long i can go without sleep before I flip my shit and start running down the street in my underwear, hallicinating purple spiders.”
“I don't want to sleep,' my mother said. 'I want -- for God's sake, I want to wake up.”