“In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories.” ThinkingStoriesDreamRememberMotherSongDiesBornSleepGrowingBrokenBedShadowRootsHealedOld SongSleep And DreamBroken Images Author:Meinrad Craighead
“One night, I was lying in bed, and I was channel surfing between reality TV programs and actual war coverage. On one channel, there's a group of young people competing for I don't even know; and on the next, there's a group of young people fighting in an actual war. I was really tired, and the lines between these stories started to blur in a very unsettling way. That's the moment when Katniss's story came to me.” PeopleKnowsWayWarMomentsStoriesRealityYoungLyingNightFightingNextLinesGroupsTvsBedProgramTiredCompetingSurfingOne NightCoverageBlurReality TvKatniss Author:Suzanne Collins
“Christmas was always a big holiday in our family. Every Christmas Eve before wed go to bed, my mom and dad would read to us two or three stories and they would always be The Happy Prince, The Gift of the Magi and Twas the Night Before Christmas, and I would like to keep that alive.” TwoStoriesBigsNightThreeAliveMomDadBedMy MomOur FamilyHolidayMom And DadChristmas Eve Author:Cameron Mathison
“Our story opens in the mind of Luther L. (L for LeRoy) Fliegler, who is lying in his bed, not thinking of anything, but just aware of sounds, conscious of his own breathing, and sensitive to his own heartbeats. Lying beside him is his wife, lying on her right side and enjoying her sleep.” ThinkingMindBookStoriesLyingEnjoySoundSidesSleepWifeBedConsciousBreathingSensitiveLutherHeartbeat Book:Appointment in Samarra: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) Source: Appointment in Samarra: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)
“But to write - that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written - how unlike the story as one saw it; how dull, how spirtless - that is enough to send one weeping to bed.” WritingEnoughStoriesGriefSawsWrittenBedLaborDullWeeping Author:Winifred Holtby
“Mystery fiction is, after all, a substitute for tranquilizers, strong drink, and bad, if diverting, companions. One slips into bed ... onto the train ... into the chair in the sickroom ... and is suddenly transported to a place where light fights dark and wins. When the story's over, one is left without a hangover, without remorse. Can any other opiate make that claim?” IfsStoriesLightFightingWinningLeftStrongDarkFictionMysteryDrinkBedClaimsTrainChairsCompanionSubstitutesSlipsRemorseHangoverOpiatesStrong Drink Author:Mary Cantwell