The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up.

The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in...

If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That’s what people...

I wanted to wake you straightaway, but I knew I had to wait several hours to ensure you were safely recovered.””What! How long has it been?””Five minutes. I got bored.

Đêm ngủ gặp ác mộng mình có thể thoát ra bằng cách tỉnh dậy. Nhưng nếu thực tại chính là ác mộng mình không thể trốn nó bằng cách ngủ.

Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to!

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

Early is a priceless timepiece owned by the successful.

Know that dreaming is a waste of sleeping time and energy if you don’t wake up to achieve them.

Through the many years of what I thought was ‘searching’, was really the process of ‘awakening’.

Alarm clocks were going off in the city now. One after another, sometimes two or three together, they drove their small silver knives into the body of the great dream that sprawled naked on the...

It’s just a dream, I told myself. I hate when I dream of alarm clocks going off.

Entreabrió los ojos, y a través de sus pestañas le llegó algo menos espeso que la tiniebla, una claridad en pañales, cierto amago de luz que se filtraba por la densa cortina. Entonces, ante los...

I always wake up early in a strange bed. I looked at Bertrand, I wonder about him. There was a sort of easy grace in whatever he did, He didn’t talk much. I watched this...

My cat likes to wake me up by licking my armpit. Never before have I had such a romantic alarm clock. It’s true, man, I should have been born Harry Truman. He could have been...

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

No! I’m not ready, this is still my first cup of coffee!

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

Mitch woke up the next morning the way he always did: badly.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don’t do them anymore.

The greatest dream that we can have is to forget that we are dreaming.

There isn’t a good side and a bad side of you or of anybody, so there’s no need to be at war with yourself or anyone or anything at all.All we are is a bunch...

Some people wake up fast. Some people wake up slow. I wake up dead.

Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.

The dream was floating off satisfactorily on an inner sea.

I’ve heard that sometimes a version of you must die before another more enlightened version can be born. I think that’s true after watching the corpse of myself walk around.

Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.

Don’t ever get to the point where you can’t be taught because life is a classroom and everyone owns a pen.

Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I...

Thought is uncontrollable but controllable. Thought is the pivot of life and the epitome of good or bad living. A controlled thought is a controlled life and an uncontrolled life is an uncontrolled living. Our...

J!m squinted his first hate of the day.

The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn’t know.

The worst part about dreaming? You have to wake up.

Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without...

I can tell the time, though, by speak-ing, and as I nev-er sleep I can wak-en you at an-y hour you wish to get up in the morn-ing.”That’s nice,’ said the little girl; ‘only I...

Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take...