Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.
- I think if you have a good night’s sleep, you can take on the world.
- I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.