Comfort Object Quotes

In our house, my dad had a chair. It was a Barcalounger, big and comfortable. If we missed him or wanted comfort when he wasn't home, we'd just climb into the chair and let it envelop us.

My most prized possession is my pillow. I can't travel or sleep without it. And it's, like, this really thin down pillow that really doesn't do anything, but it's weird: if I don't have it, I'm constantly thinking about not having it.

I have my favourite black knife with me all the time. It's a switchblade. It relaxes me to flick it.

I carry around this little lion named Leo, which I've had for as long as I can remember.

When I was very small, maybe 8 years old, we had a big radio that stood on four legs, and it had a cross piece underneath it, and I used to take a pillow and crawl under the radio.

The piano represents home to me. It represents a place where I can heal - the sound of it, the feel of it, the way it looks.

I have occasionally - if ever I do interviews that are difficult or nerve-wracking - I take my wife's dog tags and have them in my pocket because it's a very quick way to realize that what I'm doing is not that important. It's not really worth getting stressed about because it's not, you know, war.

I've got a massive VHS collection in my apartment. Some people think that it's not a good thing, but I find comfort in it.

I have the same blankie that I've had since childhood.

When I was a kid, I had a rag doll named Lucy, whom I took everywhere with me. I lost her when I was 12.

One is never alone with a rubber duck.

This guitar is such a pal. It's a psychiatrist. It's a doggone bartender. It's a housewife. This guy is everything. Whenever I find that I've got a problem, I'll go pick my guitar up and play. It's the greatest pal in the whole world.

I have a different relationship with Chucky because he's been on top of my bookshelf in the corner of my living room for my entire life. He was a great tool for scaring friends, and when I see him in different theme parks I've been to, or in commercials, my heart swells a little bit, and I'm like, 'Aww! It's my Chucky!'

Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead. I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face. It was almost like he was there.

Sucking your thumb without a blanket is like eating a cone without ice cream!

I don't know about you, but I think blankets are the best, especially your own personal blanket.

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

I don't have very many little fetishes, but the one I do have is that I like a particular mug to drink out of. It's just a small china cup, and I get very upset if my husband moves it.

I still sleep with my baby blanket.

I had a little teddy bear called Gordon the gopher. I took him to bed with me, he'd come to school with me cos he was my favourite.

My phone is key. This is because I like listening to music, and often, not travelling with it would be a killer. I also love my bed, but unfortunately I can't travel with it, but if I could I would.

A teddy bear does not depend upon mechanics to give him the semblance of life. He is loved - and therefore he lives.

A bath tub, apparently, was the first thing I wanted to be.

I sleep with my baby blanket, Kiki, that my nana made for me.

We don't leave home without my daughter's doll La-La. She looks like a bit of a rag, but India is obsessed with her.