“What shall you do all your vacation?’, asked Amy. I shall lie abed and do nothing , replied Meg.”
“Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”
“The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.”
“Are you still mad at me? Yes. I ll go back to sleep, then. Good.”
“Going to sleep is an adventure: you never know where your dreams will take you.”
“Life is merely one very long day that routinely gets dark to give people a sensible excuse to keep their eyes closed for 8 hours.”
“I m so exhausted and yet I feel like I ll never sleep again.”
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I m awake, you know?”
“I ll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again.”
“sleep is such a luxury, which i cant afford.”
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”
“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”
“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
“People say, I m going to sleep now, as if it were nothing. But it s really a bizarre activity. For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life. If you didn t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you d seen. They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the mind adventures got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee. So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, The creature is regenerating itself.”
“Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).”
“What hath night to do with sleep?”