I sleep in peace, even if only in the company of lice, behind bars. The same could not be said of my incarcerators though they sleep in warm beds, next to their wives, in their homes.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I sleep with my gun on my bedside table. I live alone; it is my protection and makes me feel safer.
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
There's something about the darkness that I find unavoidably intoxicating. The knowledge that other people are sleeping and, therefore, unavailable to ruin my solitude, makes me more peaceful than I am during the day.
I can't sleep in an isolated place without pills, earplugs, and both my children in bed with me for fear of scary, feral characters with a hankering for the wilderness.
The law sometimes sleeps; it never dies.
I really don't care with whom you sleep. I just care what kind of a decent human being you are.
I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.
I don't sleep, but I've got two little kids that don't sleep, either.
I find peace anywhere I go. It depends on what is within the walls of my own home.