I don't have any superstitions but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.

I have an orthopedic pillow that's made out of a sponge material. I have a plate in my throat and I have to be careful or I could end up with a bad neck in the morning. That pillow is a must everywhere I go.

What does good in bed mean to me? When I'm sick and I stay home from school propped up with lots of pillows watching TV and my mom brings me soup - that's good in bed.

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.

I hope to one day co-sign a lease with another person but well it doesn't plague me that I have yet to do so. Put it this way: I've never had to violently tug at my own pillow at 2 A.M. to get myself to stop snoring.

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old familiar pillow.

There were times when I had great times with my brothers pillow fights and things but I was used to always cry from loneliness.

I was taught that to create anything you had to believe in failure simply because you had to be prepared to go through an idea without any fear. Failure you learned as I did in art school to be a wonderful thing. It allowed you to get up in the morning and take the pillow off your head.

Perhaps we don't need these religious concoctions to pillow the fear of death. Just the fact that there is an unknown and something greater can bring a feeling of peace. That's enough for me.