I love sleep because it is both pleasant and safe to use. Pleasant because one is in the best possible company and safe because sleep is the consummate protection against the unseemliness that is the invariable consequence of being awake. What you don’t know won’t hurt you. Sleep is death without the responsibility.
I prefer dead writers because you don’t run into them at parties.
In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.
There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness and death.
Life is something that happens when you can’t get to sleep.