“If I lie down on my bed I must be here,But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.”

“I lie down on my bed, my back to the window, and the tears finally arrive, running down my face, into my ears, onto my pillow. I lie there for a long time, for hours maybe, and right as I'm about to finally drift to sleep I think I hear the flutter of Christian's wings as he flies away.”

“I've dug this grave myself. I guess I have no choice but to lie down in it.”

“Now that my ladder's gone,I must lie down where all my ladders start,In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.”

“And here you see me working out, as cheerfully and thankfully as I may, my doom of sharing in the glass a constant change of customers, and of lying down and rising up with the skeleton allotted to me for my mortal companion.”

“I know you're not thirsty. That's bullshit. Stop lying. Lie the fuck down, my darling, and sleep.”