'Monsters aren't the things that sleep under your bed or in your cupboard. Monsters are the things that sleep inside your head. They are the things that consume your mind and make you have dark thoughts. Monsters are apart of you, a piece of you, you are the monster and that's the most scariest thing about it.'
((The truth about the darkness of a monster inside of us.))
People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 2, p. 244, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Human, All-Too-Human, "Man in Society," aphorism 318, "Flattery," (1878).)
Sleeping in a bedit is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.
(Rose Macaulay (1881-1958), British novelist, essayist. "Beds and 'Omes," A Casual Commentary (1925).)
A solitary traveller can sleep from state to state, from day to night, from day to day, in the long womb of its controlled interior. It is the cradle that never stops rocking after the lullaby is over. It is the biggest sleeping tablet in the world, and no one need ever swallow the pill, for it swallows them.
(Lisa St. Aubin de Terán (b. 1953), British author. Off the Rails, ch. 15 (1989).
On trains in the U.S.)
All right. If you insist. I do not sleep with girls. No, no, no, let me be absolutely accurate. I've gone through the motions of sleeping with girls exactly three times, all of them disastrous. The word for my sex life now is nil. Or as you Americans would say, "plenty of nuttin'."
(Jay Presson Allen (b. 1922), U.S. screenwriter. Brian (Michael York), Cabaret (1972).
Responding to Sally's inquiries.)