There are two gradations of cold that are always acceptable: Mild Frost, which is preferable for reading and writing and any other activity done indoors, and Absolute Zero, which is the only temperature suitable for sleep. There is nothing more delicious than being swathed in a cocoon of blankets and awaking with a nose frosted over with rime, and once I do achieve vampiric heights and fall asleep with the mastery of a corpse lately dead, I am best left alone until I wake up at my usual time. I do tend to bite when rattled out of my flocculent coffin, and everyone in my building knows never to disturb me during the early morning hours. Authors, being crepuscular creatures, should never be roused before 11am: the creative mind is never turned off; it only dies momentarily and its revived by the scent of coffee at the proper time. Bacon is also an acceptable restorative. Michelle Franklin
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
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Dr. Seuss
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
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Margaret Atwood
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...
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Milan Kundera
Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
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Neil Gaiman
I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.
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Jennifer Niven
More Quotes By Michelle Franklin
All the friends in the world are in the fountain of a pen.
Life makes beggars out of those who have joyful hearts, taxing the living with hardship and tribulation, but the charity of companionship, the currency of shared and unmitigated love, alleviates all disconsolation.
He’s going to kill me, ” Peppone murmured, his jaw drooping, “or at least send out the order to have someone take care of me. Well, ” with a sigh, “might as well get rid of this body before the others wake up.” He canted...
Life is really a travesty of will: it is a parade of learning how to lose people and improve at feigning indifference. I suspect I shall always fail at this, and fail miserably. I do not know whether that is winning at life or failing...
Another atrocity of summer is soccer. When the Euro Cup is on, it brings out the worst in people. It turns them into ravaging beasts who complain when a team they like, which they have done nothing to deserve, slips from grace and loses the...
