My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... She loves to sleep and sleep welcomes her.
John SteinbeckBut the Hebrew word, the word timshelโโThou mayestโโ that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if โThou mayestโโit is also true that โThou mayest not.
John Steinbeck