The monster’s bride at his door. Magnus could not stop staring. [Jocelyn] was staring too. She seemed transfixed by his pajamas. Magnus was frankly offended. He had not invited any wives of crazed hate-cult leader...

The man who has pajamas knitted to match those of his cat, must be a superior lover.” My grandpa died a virgin.

I match my pajamas to my comforter so I can disappear into sleep. I’m camouflaged into noonexistence, where I don’t wake up until 12:00 PM.

Orafoura paid me in pajamas, and I let him because the pajamas matched his plaid mustache.

We don’t have the luxury of thinking … Some people make all the decisions for us

I work in my pajamas most of the time. No matter what you’re wearing, you can sound businesslike on the phone.