I have painted gods, and goddesses too, and my favourite is Ganesha and Radha Krishna.
At night when I used to sleep, I was thinking all the time that shall I put a knife under my pillow.
You can't have a favourite meal, like you can't have a favourite movie or a favourite book or a favourite child.
I used to sleep with the phone right by my pillow but I'm getting better. Now it sits on the table a few feet away.
There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.
I've never enjoyed sleep as much until I got the 'Today' job. There is something about early sleep that's much better than late sleep. I feel myself going to sleep; I don't just plonk my head on the pillow. It's a sort of winding-down thing.
Music can be used against us as much as it can be used for us. Muzak can put a whole nation to sleep, whereas a lullaby is intended to put a child to sleep in a sweet way.
My most prized possession is my pillow. I can't travel or sleep without it. And it's, like, this really thin down pillow that really doesn't do anything, but it's weird: if I don't have it, I'm constantly thinking about not having it.
Sometimes if I am walking down the street and thinking about my panoply of God, Ganesha, Parvati [Ganesha's mother], I say "Lucifer," because he belongs in that panoply. I miss him. That's why I'm a theist.
Restful sleep is a key ingredient to living a miraculous life. I'm not saying we need eight or ten hours a night to feel fully rested. In fact, sometimes less sleep can be more restorative than many hours. The key is to have real sleep... the drooling-on-the-pillow kind of sleep.
I don't always sleep for too long, but I sleep well. Sometimes when you have a doubt about team selection, you talk to your pillow, but in the morning, you have an idea.
It took a little while to get used to falling asleep without laying down on a bed or having a pillow.
In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.
I can go to sleep when my head hits the pillow. When I get phone calls from my factory in the middle of the night, I can go right back to sleep on a dime.
I’m like the child who buries
her head in the pillow
so as not to see, the child who tells herself
that light causes sadness—
It is necessary to sleep upon the pillow of doubt.