Having children is like living in a frat house. Nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.
We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep. (“The Scarlet Letter”)
I think of my happy place as I transition into sleep. I think that’s the case for everyone – that place you think of as you drift off, that place of comfort, is where you find yourself to be happiest. For me it’s always the same place. There’s a beach, which I can’t remember the […]
Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, with such unknown horrors as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that […]
Don’t go to sleep, so many people die there. (often erroneously attributed to Mark Twain)
He who stands, lives, he who sleeps, dies.
If you can’t sleep, try lying on the end of the bed, then you might drop off. (often erroneously attributed to Mark Twain)
Better wear out shoes than sheets
Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
What you hope for is that at some point of the pointless journey, indoors or out, and when you least expect it, right in the middle of your stride, like that, so neatly that you never feel a thing, the kind assassin Sleep will draw a bead and blow your brains out.