A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

I'm sure most of us remember being a kid and you have all of this endless time where two weeks before Christmas feels like ten years. I used to go to bed to try and go to sleep to try and make it go faster.

I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of 'work ' because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do. The machinery is always going. Even when you sleep.

And where I excel is ridiculous sickening work ethic. You know while the other guy's sleeping? I'm working.

You know when you don't go on TV and talk about how many women you sleep with some people in Hollywood that are supposedly 'in the know ' start whispering that you're gay. If I were gay I wouldn't be ashamed to admit it but I'm not.

But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.

Old myths old gods old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race.

Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.

The Cold War isn't thawing it is burning with a deadly heat. Communism isn't sleeping it is as always plotting scheming working fighting.

Trust your instincts: they tend to see you right. By listening to them at least you can sleep at night.