She was so exhausted. She slept. She was unaware of Tyler stifling his own grief.
“Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?”
“I didn't mean to tell you," Mrs. Whatsit faltered. "I didn't mean ever to let you know. But oh, my dears, I did so love being a star!" "Yyouu are sstill verry yyoungg," Mrs Witch said, her voice fa...”
“Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....”
“...the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.”
“Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?”
“If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"- David King”
