I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldn’t decide which one to use, so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

I was still tossing and turning [in my sleep]. I didn’t even want to come into the office. I had it on paper, but everything that was good about West Virginia was still popping in my head.

In another world,’ he said, lowering his voice; I remember… was it not in another world, in a life which was not in thrall to sleep and its phantoms?…

The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while.

Is there any other time to be dancing alone to 50s music than 5 AM? I wish my grandpa thought so, because I’m trying to sleep in the ballroom.

I won’t be lulled by the lullaby, when what waits after is eternal sleep.

I sprained my ankle. I was asleep at the time. I rest restlessly.

I think it would be neat to meet a man who slept with one eye open, especially if that man was a Cyclops.

Stop over-loading yourself with numberless tasks. Give time to yourself for rest and positive deliberations. You can’t think better and plan better when you are under stress!

In practice it is death that works soseductively behind the image of its brother, sleep

Why can I never go back to bed? Who’s is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

I had a dream about you. I ran a marathon like a mannequin stands still, and you stood still like Roger Bannister runs errands.

If you’re ever in a ghost town, it’s only appropriate to visit the cemetery. Also, ever thought that coffee’s steam is the rising soul of your dead sleep?

I sleep each night a little better, a little more confidently, because Lyndon Johnson is my president.

Prot: I’m not tired.Brewer: I am.Prot: Perhaps you’re getting too much sleep. All your beings seem to sleep a lot. Is that because it’s so awful to be awake?

Whoever drinks beer, he is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!

I cannot do anything fake; that is why even when I sleep with a prostitute, she falls in love with me.

Ah, wonderful sleep. I love to sleep. It’s one of the things I’m really good at.

We watched in on the replay a bunch of times. It doesn’t look like that big a deal. … I’ll sleep easy tonight and we’ll have a report tomorrow. He’ll be fine.

The story was called ‘Annika and the Bears.’ The beginning of the story is really the end, and Annika is staring wide-eyed into new velvet-black darkness. The eyes she stares with were brown once, sparkling and the exact color of root beer, but are now an empty ice-blue, almost white. Annika is waiting for her...

What hath night to do with sleep?

I want to get some sleep, so if there’s something mind-numbingly disturbing you want to show me, can we just get it over with?

No sleep is no problem,

Hard to say I’m sleeping.

I am myself when I get up, I am myself throughout the day and I am myself when I go back to sleep, you probably might have met someone else when I was asleep and claimed it to be changed me.

Harry and I are expecting to sleep on the ground, maybe in a tent.

Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.

Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts…

The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.

Healthy people sleep eight hours,Wealthy people sleep four hours.

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

That’s one thing people don’t know about me – I eat in my sleep. I can’t keep things in the house; I literally have in my refrigerator water, coconut water, orange juice, hemp milk and like, tea bags. And that’s really it. Because I eat in my sleep.

It’s the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day –...

I’m romantic. I’ll try to make your bed while you’re still sleeping in it.

At the end of the day” to bed.

I’m grateful for what you’ve done—and I’m ungrateful for what you haven’t done. A cup half full of coffee is also half full of sleep.

She asked me how I slept. Knowing she meant quality of sleep, I said I slept naked. It’s true. Ask any of the joggers who saw me sleepwalking.

I’m terrified of bugs and I travel with sprays, lotions, potions; the lot. I have to check the room before I go to sleep and if I come across a bug and fail to remove it I have to sleep in a separate room as I’m paranoid that I’ll be taken advantage of as I...

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don’t dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

I had a dream about you. You fell into my arms like a 120-pound sack of gold coins. So I did what any respectable lover would do—I buried you in the backyard so nobody could steal you away from me.

If you can’t sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It’s the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.

It is not the dream of what you’re feeling laziness, if not, the sleep of exhaustion.

All I want is to sleep–to dream. Life is better in dreams.

Sleep is a daily reminder from God that we are not God. Once a day God sends us to bed like patients with a sickness. The sickness is a chronic tendency to think we are in control and that our work is indispensable. To cure us of this disease God turns us into helpless sacks...

Some sleep in their studios so they can wake and work.

For me, sleep equaled death. How was closing your eyes and losing consciousness any different from death? What separated temporary loss of consciousness from permanent obliteration?