He awoke, opened his eye. The room meant very little to him; he was too deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come. If he had not the energy to ascertain his position in time and space, he also lacked the desire.. In utter comfort, utter relaxation he lay absolutely still for a while, and then sank back into on the the light momentary sleeps that occur after a long, profound one. . Paul Bowles
...the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.
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Anonymous
Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?
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James Joyce
If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?"- David King
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Robert Liparulo
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 direction and then that.
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E.L. Konigsburg
I felt myself falling asleep; my eyes were closing, and then I thought, Maybe I should just kill myself. Suicidal thoughts always sneak up on me like that. But I don’t mind them. They’re like aspirin. They calm me down.
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Jonathan Ames
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