A romantic date for me is sitting in pajamas and being with a guy with whom I can be myself.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.

I'm happy to be at home with the kids, in my flannel pajamas; that's a treat.

If I can, I love staying in pajamas all day and watching movies and eating good food.

At Berkeley, you wore a hoodie and pajamas and Birkenstocks, and that's swag. I was so thrown off. What I thought was cool wasn't cool no more, so I thought about what I actually liked. I started experimenting. I started wearing Birkenstocks. I wanted to dive into the culture.

Every Christmas Eve, the elves will come and give us a new pair of pajamas.

I used to sleep in the T-shirt I wore during the day and whatever ratty old gym shorts I could find on the floor. But one year for Christmas, someone gave me a very chic, comfortable pair of pajamas from Brooks Brothers, and I realized the error of my ways.

One of my favorite traditions is that my sisters and I, we all wear the same pajamas. I've even still got some from when I was 6. Also, I'll always remember cooking together in the kitchen and that no matter how busy our schedules are, we are all together for Christmas.

My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of old Christmas movies like 'Jack Frost' and 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' with my siblings and parents.

Colorful garments - ball gowns, kimonos, evening pajamas - made from yards upon yards of iridescent silk or velvet. I own an unjustifiable number of such outfits and jump at the chance to wear them. Against the etiquette about which I am otherwise all too conscious, I frequently, and unrepentantly, overdress for the occasion.

Chilling out on the bed in your hotel room watching television, while wearing your own pajamas, is sometimes the best part of a vacation.

I love getting amazing jackets, because you can wear your pajamas underneath and everyone's like, 'Oh, fabulous jacket,' and I'm like, 'You should see what's underneath!'

Sunday is a good day to save the world in one's pajamas.

I tend to categorize my emotions the same way I categorize my drawers, trying to put like things together. To separate the jeans from the pajamas. If I'm sad, I can't also be happy. If I'm longing, then I must not be satisfied. But I'm learning in this upside down and inside out kingdom of spirit beings walking around in broken bodies, we are not just one way. Sorrow and peace shake hands in the corner with laughter, anger, and fear. Desire and disappointment often keep company with one another on the bench. You can realize this in any number of ways: laughing at a funeral, pain during childbirth, crying at graduation. We have all experienced the reality of a multicolored life?.hope and grief mixed up all together, just like that. You feel the desire of what could be, alongside the disappointment of what is.

"I sat up and the blankets fell away.I looked down and found I was wearing pokemon pajamas.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I'll never know.

One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I'll never know.

Sometimes I'm so tired I look down at what I'm wearing and if it's comfortable enough to sleep in I don't even make it into my pajamas. I'm looking down and I'm like 'T-shirt and stretchy pants? Yup that's fine. It's pajama-y good night.'