| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7d8ab80 | I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. | sleep look-forward the-bell-jar pillow pretend sylvia-plath night | Sylvia Plath | |
| 449e5c4 | What pillow can one have like a good conscience? | sleep pillow | John Steinbeck |