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...

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...

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...

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...

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?

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

Every time we go to sleep, it’s a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.

I need about three seats lengthwise to sleep on a plane. It’s not easy for me to curl up.

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi’s hair smelled.

…poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths…

My favorite cure for boredom is sleep. It’s very easy to get to sleep when bored and very hard to get bored after a long rest.

You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower...

… sleep deprivation is an illegal torture method outlawed by the Geneva Convention and international courts, but most of us do it to ourselves.

There’s no relaxing. The more intensely you can get into the game, the better you are going to play. So I would keep intensity as much as I can and just pour all your energy...

Dream research is a wonderful field. All you do is sleep for a living.

True sleep eluded me. Morpheus is a capricious god; he comes easily to some and only with greatest difficulty to others. To lure him, it is best to pretend disinterest. Engage the mind in some...

We waited too long to start playing. We kind of sleep-walked through 2-1/2 quarters. Then near the end of the third quarter, we finally started getting aggressive. We started driving the ball, and our defense...

Some like to sleep. Some like to read late into the night without catching a wink. In a world of dreamers, both are essential.

I was through with sleep. I didn’t like what it brought me.

Lie you easy, dream you light,And sleep you fast for aye;And luckier may you find the nightThan ever you found the day.

If you never lie to yourself, you’ll always be happy with yourself, and eventually the person you wake up with and the person you go to sleep with is yourself.

He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had...

Ich werde stehen und warten.Ich werde müde werden.Ich werde nicht einschlafen.Ich werde sterben.

I love dipping into dreams and sinuously sinking into sleep. It’s the freest place to be. The possibilities are limitless and my imagination becomes a weightless wonder.

Sometimes I retreat into sleep to advance my mood.

I blink like a blanket. I’m not asleep—this extended motionlessness is how I make love.

I toss and turn so much in my sleep that the very act of sleeping must be exhausting for me. Sleeping makes me want to sleep even more.

…an irresistible sleep fell deeply on his eyes, the sweetest, soundest oblivion, still as the sleep of death itself…

Several people toss and turn in their sleep, startled by the lines of the newspapers in their dreams, knives out, lights out, lights out, knives out!

An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle…in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you’ve...

Every time my head hit the pillow, I wondered why I had ever left my bed in the first place.

If you can’t eat it, can’t sleep under it, can’t wear it or make something from it, it’s not worth anything.

Sleep is closing your eyes and trusting you will heal.

My arms and legs fell asleep. Silence of the Limbs.

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and...

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more...

I spread eggshells all over my room, so anyone who tries to get close when I sleep will know what they’re walking on

I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal...

Why, when we regain consciousness, is it not an identity other than the one we had previously that is embodied in us? It is not clear what dictates the choice nor why, among the millions...

Man’s inability to get out of bed in the morning is a curious thing. One may reason with oneself clearly and forcibly without the slightest effect. One knows that delay means inconvenience. Perhaps it may...

The body can be a marvel of resiliency, a cactus when it comes to sleep – capable of surviving on mere drops.

To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleep–how clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating.

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of life.”—from “My Aquarius

He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.