Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
If I sleep for more than half an hour, I get horrible dreams in which I'm firing a gun and helicopters are coming down.
I believe a lot of our lives are spent asleep, and what I've been trying to do is hold on to those moments when a little spark cuts through the fog and nudges you.
For some people, what really matters to them is sleep.
The only time I can't sleep is on a plane, when I am literally keeping it in the air with my brain.
Sleeping is not something I do a lot of.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
The condition of sleep is profoundly contradictory. It is a precious good... but it is a good like none other, because to obtain it, one must seemingly give up the imperative to have it.
Sleeping is like meditation: it's good to rest the body but also to shut the mind down for a bit.
Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.