It's the oasis," said the camel driver."Well, why don't we go there right now?" the boy asked."Because we have to sleep.

Sleep. It’s like sex. You know it’s good, but you don’t know just how good until you’re not getting any.

I couldn't decide whether to take a nap or not, so I did what I always do when thinking over a decision—I slept on it.

Sleepiness seemed to be creeping out of the ground and up their legs, and falling softly out of the air upon theirheads and eyes.

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.

Hoping to get a head start on the next day, I eat breakfast the night before. That way I can sleep in until two in the afternoon.

If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

I want to get some sleep, so if there's something mind-numbingly disturbing you want to show me, can we just get it over with?

When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.

I used to be free spirited, now I'm just free of sleep. I got a burning passion in my throat. I got a burning passion inside me.

...the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...

I had a dream about you last night... you were crying over spilt ink screaming "the words, the what could have been beautiful words.

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.

Like when people say they slept like a baby. Do they mean they slept well? Or do they mean they woke up every ten minutes, screaming?