I had a dream about you. You were Ginger Rogers, and you were trying to teach me to dance, even though my movements were as stiff as a mannequin. I think you tolerated my abysmal...

To be precise, there are three gems for healthy life: sufficient workouts, healthy food, and enough sleep.

My dreams, they all look like the back of my eyelids.

I had a dream about you. We were almost omniscient, seeing all the problems in this world. We noticed the scratch on my bumper, the ding in my passenger-side door, and the bloodstains in the...

…the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep…

Parfois, tu rêves que le sommeil est une morte lente qui te gagne, une anestésie douce et terrible à la fois, une nécrose heureuse : le froid monte le long de tes jambes, le long...

Sleeping in a tinfoil suit keeps me warmer and helps prepare me for my voyage to the moon. Would you care for some licorice?

Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.

Dreams are not lands of happiness. It is miscomprehended that bad dreams are nightmares. In truth, the only dreams we have are nightmares. When you are asleep, your brain wanders, bringing up thoughts of hopes...

I assure you that I sleep anywhere, and always like a dormouse.

I have thought the difference might be that my Mary knows she will live forever, that she will step from the living into another life as easily as she slips from sleep to wakefulness. She...

You may think there’s nothing very interesting about seeing someone sleep, but that probably means you’ve never found the girl of your dreams.

…sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they’re lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another…

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don’t. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Sleeping is terrifying.When you close your eyes and surrender your consciousness to the void, you lose yourself—voluntarily—and you’re trustingly assuming you’ll find yourself back out of the labyrinth again.Usually you do.But sometimes you don’t.It’s that...

Good soul easily sleeps well.

Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.

The WakingI wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know?I hear...

If I lived alone, Mom’d never sleep because she wouldn’t know I was okay.

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children...

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,And look on death itself!

I had a dream about you. I was sitting on your couch, relating my succession of ideas on subconscious influence. I asked you what they meant, and you told me that free associations were a...

Sleep is the only thing I stay awake for.

When you’re picking up and moving, it does create… well, I can sleep anywhere, which is really useful, it turns out, on movie sets. But what it really does is teach you how to adapt...

At night, when you retire to sleep, feel that you are entering the green-room after the scene, but with the dress of your role on; for perhaps the role is not yet over and you...

But lying in bed just before going to sleep is the worst time for organized thinking; it is the best time for free thinking. Ideas drift like clouds in an undecided breeze, taking first this...

I didn’t mean to snore in your ear, but I wanted to inhale all of what was wrapped up in the comforter with me.

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...

Despite being tired, I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes having a functioning penis can be a real drag (especially if it always dangles along the ground as I walk).

If you think my current job is boring, you should see the sleeper I did before. (I worked as a mattress salesman.)

If I am to choose between “sleeping” and “being part of a leadership that pursues irrelevant agenda”, I will choose “sleeping”. Chasing of irrelevant agenda by a leadership sect is what made Nelson Mandela to...

Sleep is an unfortunate biological requirement that both wastes time and leaves one vulnerable.

It’s a perfect landing…we are jumping and applauding. I can hardly sleep. Nevertheless I had been waiting 25 years before this night.

Growing up, I had a lot of dreams. I was depressed and I slept all the time.

Typically, when you have a depressed individual, they feel hopeless. They feel miserable. Their mind is racing, their heart is pounding. They feel anxious. They feel exhausted yet they can’t sleep.

Don’t fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that’s not where dreams get accomplished.

Sleep: the breakfast of champions

I’m awake and I can’t sleep. The more I’m awake, the more I see, and the harder to sleep.

When we are asleep, so it seems to me, we sleep surrounded by all the years. I have imagined, sleeping, that I heard the footsteps of the long-dead; I have held conversations with them, and...

You sleep too early every night trying to dream your dreams while I sleep late every night trying to fulfill mine.

Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have...

No wonder Sleeping Beauty looked so good…she took long naps, never got old, and didn’t have to do anything but snore to get her Prince Charming.

At least when I’m sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

…at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door…

Forget it, Jonathan, and go back to sleep. And before you go to sleep, pray that no well-meaning god ever makes you immortal.

Sometimes sleep gets to be a serious and complete thing. You stop going to sleep in order that you may be able to get up, but get up in order that you may be able...

Now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I said, ‘Women don’t normally sleep in a bra. I can’t wake up in this scene wearing a bra, it’s ridiculous,’

I go to sleep at night, and I feel like I just dreamed the whole day.