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I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
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sleep
spinning
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Stephen Chbosky |
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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 shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).
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monogamy
polygamy
sleep
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Milan Kundera |
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I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
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live
sleep
tomorrow
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Sylvia Plath |
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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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choice
dance
identity
individuality
life
love
name
pain
pleasure
sleep
treasure
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Neil Gaiman |
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Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
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lover
oblivion
opiate
sleep
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.
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death
forget
forgetting
immortality
life
live-forever
mortality
sleep
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H. Rider Haggard |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub.
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pain
sleep
suicide
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William Shakespeare |
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I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.
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rain
sadness
sleep
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Ray Bradbury |
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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
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sleep
soul
sylvia-plath
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Sylvia Plath |
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I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.
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death
dreaming
insomnia
life
lost
place
sleep
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Raymond Carver |
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There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
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sleep
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Homer |
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I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.
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dreaming
dreamless
dreams
forgetting
sleep
tired
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Fernando Pessoa |
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It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves.
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life
nonconformity
sleep
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Jerry Spinelli |
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After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked--as I am surprisingly often--why I bother to get up in the mornings.
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beauty
color
enlightened
inspirational
meaning
motivational
questions
sleep
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Richard Dawkins |
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I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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look-forward
night
pillow
pretend
sleep
sylvia-plath
the-bell-jar
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Sylvia Plath |
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It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.
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insomnia
restlessness
sadness
sleep
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Kim Stanley Robinson |
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Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.
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sleep
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John Steinbeck |
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When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.
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information
sleep
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Ursula K. LeGuin |
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Insomnia is a variant of Tourette's--the waking brain races, sampling the world after the world has turned away, touching it everywhere, refusing to settle, to join the collective nod. The insomniac brain is a sort of conspiracy theorist as well, believing too much in its own paranoiac importance--as though if it were to blink, then doze, the world might be overrun by some encroaching calamity, which its obsessive musings are somehow fending off.
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insomnia
sleep
tourette-s
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Jonathan Lethem |
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Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
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sleep
|
Chuck Palahniuk |
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"Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered."
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sleep
stirred
whispered
|
Lois Lowry |
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sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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man
sleep
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Franz Kafka |
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In the old days, before I was married, or knew a lot of women, I would just pull down all the shades and go to bed for three or four days. I'd get up to shit. I'd eat a can of beans, go back to bed, just stay there for three or four days. Then I'd put on my clothes and I'd walk outside, and the sunlight was brilliant, and the sounds were great. I felt powerful, like a recharged battery. But you know the first bring-down? The first human face I saw on the sidewalk, I lost half my charge right there.
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sleep
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Charles Bukowski |
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Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home.
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life
present
sleep
waking-up
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Christopher Isherwood |
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I remembered my little brother, Allyn, had appeared so innocent and angelic when he slept--similar to Kerrick. It must be a survival tactic. If Allyn hadn't looked so sweet, we would have killed him while he slept. He had been pure evil when he was awake--similar to Kerrick.
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appearances
brothers
humor
innocence
sleep
survival
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Maria V. Snyder |
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Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
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|
cry
love
sleep
the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower
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Stephen Chbosky |
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One of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hours' sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory.
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sleep
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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If I couldn't sleep, I could read.
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|
reading
sleep
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Gail Carson Levine |
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If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.
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death
sleep
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Richard Matheson |
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He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.
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insomnia
insomniac
left
left-handed
pnin
sleep
vladimir-nabokov
wrist
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy.
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kate-daniels
sleep
watching-someone-sleep
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Ilona Andrews |
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God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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|
crying
cycle
darkness
doom
doomed
god
god-s-creation
hannibal
hell
horror
humanity
insanity
mental-illness
murder
never-ending
prison
psychopath
punishment
serial-killer
serial-killers
sleep
the-silence-of-the-lambs
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Thomas Harris |
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Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.
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|
imagination
night
sleep
|
David Almond |
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I wish I didn't have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I'm not impressed, I'm disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I'd never be able to turn over in bed again without feeling that body beside me, not there but tangible, like a leg that's been cut off. Gone but the place still hurts.
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phantom-limb
sleep
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Margaret Atwood |
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"Its hard to stay up. Its been a long long day And you've got the sandman at your door. But hang on, leave the TV on and lets do it anyway. Its ok. You can always sleep through work tomorrow. Ok? Hey, Hey, Tomorrow's just your future yesterday. Tell the clock on the wall, "Forget the wake up call." Cause the night's not nearly through. Wipe the sleep from your eyes. Give yourself a surprise. Let your worries wait another day. And if you stay too late at the bar, At least you made it out this far. So make up your mind and say, "Let's do it anyway!" Its Ok You can always sleep through work tomorrow, ok? Hey, Hey, Tomorrow's just your future yesterday. Life's too short to worry about the things that you can live without And I regret to say, the morning light is hours away. The world can be such a fright, But it belongs to us tonight. What's the point of going to bed?
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sleep
theme
tv
work
|
Craig Ferguson |
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Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should.
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sleep
|
Terry Pratchett |
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I'll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again.
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sleep
|
Eugène Ionesco |
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If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!
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sleep
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.
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sleep
wake-up
|
Ned Vizzini |
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The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.
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mind
sanity
sleep
world
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Stephen King |
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Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.
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|
inspirational
memory
rest
sanity
sleep
time
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Roger Zelazny |
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There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
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|
happiness
melancholy
sadness
sleep
waking
woman
women
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William Shakespeare |
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|
They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.
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sleep
|
Hermann Hesse |
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The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness
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sea
sleep
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Virginia Woolf |
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There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the mind from a sense of things about it, and enable it to ramble at its pleasure. So far as an overpowering heaviness, a prostration of strength, and an utter inability to control our thoughts or power of motion, can be called sleep, this is it; and yet we have a consciousness of all that is going on about us; and if we dream at such a time, words which are really spoken, or sounds which really exist at the moment, accommodate themselves with surprising readiness to our visions, until reality and imagination become so strangely blended that it is afterwards almost a matter of impossibilty to separate the two. Nor is this, the most striking phenomenon, incidental to such a state. It is an undoubted fact, that although our senses of touch and sight be for the time dead, yet our sleeping thoughts, and the visionary scenes that pass before us, will be influenced, and materially influenced, by the of some external object: which may not have been near us when we closed our eyes: and of whose vicinity we have had no waking consciousness.
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sleep
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Charles Dickens |
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Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.
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|
alcoholic
alone
binging
cat
cats
drinking
empty-your-head
ignorance
ignoring
insomnia
lonely
mantra
murphy-s-law
playing-hard-to-get
self-assurance
sleep
sleeping
stop-thinking
talking-to-yourself
the-mind
thinking
thinking-process
thoughts
voices-inside-your-head
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Gillian Flynn |
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She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more
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|
earth
lost
sleep
suicide
|
Alan Brennert |
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She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
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|
dreaming
dreams
fairy-tales
inkheart
inspirational
lovely
sleep
sleeping
|
Cornelia Funke |
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"Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel."
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|
hollows
kim-harrison
pale-demon
sleep
|
Kim Harrison |
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|
The man was allergic to sleep.
|
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sleep
|
Scott Westerfeld |
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There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...
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|
dracula
real
sleep
stalking
vampires
|
Nicky Raven |
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|
All the kids from daycare are in dreamland. The froggie has made his last leap. Hell no you can't go to the bathroom. You know where you can go? The f**k to sleep.
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sleep
|
Adam Mansbach |
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She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake. She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back. Sleepy air seemed to have followed her. The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.
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|
friendship
german
jewish
sleep
the-book-thief
|
Markus Zusak |
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|
Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.
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|
love
sleep
|
L.M. Montgomery |
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|
If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind.
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|
sleep
unkindness
|
Elizabeth von Arnim |
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|
Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep.
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|
israeli-palestinian-conflict
sleep
volcano
|
Haruki Murakami |
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|
Being sent to bed is a terrible command to all children, because it means the most public possible humiliation in front of adults, the confession that they bear the stigma of childhood, of being small and having a child's need for sleep.
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|
child
childhood
children
sleep
|
Stefan Zweig |
091c699
|
For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one's own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.
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|
insomnia
sleep
sleepless
sleeplessness
terror
|
Charlie Huston |
c1b3709
|
I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.
|
|
sleep
|
Maureen Johnson |
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|
It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.
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|
sleep
|
Jonathan Franzen |
ab67a7d
|
You can't imagine the white-hot fury someone who can't sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.
|
|
fury
sleep
|
Karen Joy Fowler |
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|
When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.
|
|
sleep
|
Irvine Welsh |
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|
...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
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|
depression
earth
escape
fear
horror
misery
mother
sleep
sorrow
suicide
terror
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
5a9c5a0
|
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...
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|
sleep
the-tempest
|
William Shakespeare |
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|
He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death.
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|
sleep
somnambulists
trance
|
Daphne du Maurier |
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|
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
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|
sleep
|
William Shakespeare |
449e5c4
|
What pillow can one have like a good conscience?
|
|
pillow
sleep
|
John Steinbeck |
04e3818
|
It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that, one day, worn out from the sheer effort of moving and living, he had stretched out on the plain and fallen into a sleep so profound that centuries passed between heartbeats.
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|
giants
sleep
|
Neil Gaiman |
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|
Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more. All the wealthy, unhappy people you're ever met take sleeping pills; Mobile Infantrymen don't need them. Give a cap trooper a bunk and time to sack out in it and he's as happy as a worm in an apple - asleep.
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sleep
|
Robert A. Heinlein |
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|
"You look tired," Rachel told Jason. "I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time." "Can't you?" Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. "I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel." "I probably could today," Jason conceded."
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|
humor
mull
rebellion
seeds
sleep
|
Brandon Mull |
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|
You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feel--a hunger and thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of thoughts leading nowhere, spinning round swift and steady
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|
sleep
work
work-life-balance
|
H.G. Wells |
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|
"Hobbits always so polite, yes! O nice hobbits! Smeagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find. Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty; and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they saw sneak, sneak. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice." Sam felt a little remorseful, but not yet trustful. "Sorry," he said. "I'm sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. And I shouldn't have been sleeping, and that made me sharp. But Mr. Frodo, he's that tired, I asked him to have a wink; and well, that's how it is. Sorry. But where HAVE you been to?" "Sneaking," said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes. ... "Hullo, Smeagol!" Frodo said. "Found any food? Have you had any rest?" "No food, no rest, nothing for Smeagol," said Gollum. "He's a sneak." "Don't take names to yourself, Smeagol," Frodo said. "It's unwise, whether they are true or false." "Smeagol has to take what's given to him," answered Gollum. "He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much."
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|
frodo-baggins
gollum
hobbit
lord-of-the-rings
name
path
rest
samwise-gamgee
sleep
sméagol
sneak
the-two-towers
|
J.R.R. Tolkien |
eb02c0f
|
... all good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live.
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|
good-things
life
sleep
|
Dan Simmons |
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|
There are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide.
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|
night
sleep
|
Terry Pratchett |
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|
A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.
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sleep
|
Robin Hobb |
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Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
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|
sleep
tiredness
|
George R.R. Martin |
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|
"Man's conscious state is an awareness of body and breath. His subconscious state, active in sleep, is associated with his mental, and temporary, separation from body and breath. His superconscious state is a freedom from the delusion that "existence" depends on body and breath. God lives without breath; the soul made in his image becomes conscious of itself, for the first time, only during the breathless state."
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|
sleep
soul
|
Paramahansa Yogananda |
7842c42
|
It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better, [Cloquet thought,] while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.
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good
sleep
|
Woody Allen |
852b6a6
|
Long ago you were a dream in your mother's sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.
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|
birth
creation
imminence
inherency
motherhood
sleep
|
Kahlil Gibran |
6889898
|
That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.
|
|
looking-for-alaska
sleep
|
John Green |
15f72f2
|
"TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE... I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think...
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|
monsters
reason
religion
sleep
|
Georges Bataille |
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|
Do we choose sleep? Hell no and bullshit - we fall. We give ourselves over to possibility, to whim and fancy, to the bed, to the pillow, the tiny white tablet. And these choose for us.
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sleep
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Tim O'Brien |
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The mind cannot fall asleep as long as it watches itself. Only when the mind moves unwatched and becomes absorbed in images that tug it as it were to one side does self-consciousness dissolve and sleep with its healing, brilliantly detailed fictions pour in upon the jittery spirit. Falling asleep is a study in trust. Likewise, religion tries to put as ease with the world. Being human cannot be borne alone. We need other presences. We need soft night noises-a mother speaking downstairs. We need the little clicks and sighs of a sustaining otherness. We need the gods.
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religion
self-consciousness
sleep
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John Updike |
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"Would you ever sleep with me?" he questioned once. "Never," she'd replied, her large eyes shining in the bluish glow from his TV set, "but I love you... in a different way. I'll always be loyal to you, I'll never betray you, that's how I love people."
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asexuality
betrayal
glow
love
loyal
sleep
television
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Rebecca McNutt |
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I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.
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relax
restless
sleep
sleepless
tired
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that's beckoning to you.
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away
life-and-death
realm
sleep
struggling
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Rachel Klein |
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Ich werde stehen und warten. Ich werde mude werden. Ich werde nicht einschlafen. Ich werde sterben.
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existence
sleep
waiting
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Hermann Hesse |
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My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
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silence
sleep
thought
time
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Markus Zusak |
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Our nights are different. She falls asleep like someone yielding to the gentle tug of a warm tide, and floats with confidence till morning. I fall asleep more grudgingly, thrashing at the waves, either reluctant to let a good day depart or still bitching about a bad one. Different currents run through our spells of unconsciousness.
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sleep
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Julian Barnes |
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What happens is my mind starts to go in circles, thinking and thinking, and then I can't sleep. And once a couple of days go by, if you haven't slept, you start to get sick. You can't eat. You start to cry. It just feeds on itself.
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depression
mental-health
sick
sleep
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Mohsin Hamid |
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Sometimes, as Eve was born from one of Adam's ribs, a woman was born during my sleep from a cramped position of my thigh. Formed from the pleasure I was on the point of enjoying, she, I imagined, was the one offering it to me. My body, which felt in hers my own warmth, would try to find itself inside her, I would wake up. The rest of humanity seemed very remote compared to this woman I had left scarcely a few moments before; my cheek was still warm from her kiss, my body aching from the weight of hers. If, as sometimes happens, she had the features of a woman I had known in life, I would devote myself entirely to this end: to finding her again, like those who go off on a journey to see a longed-for city with their own eyes and imagine that one can enjoy in reality the charm of a dream. Little by little, the memory of her would fade, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.
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sleep
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Marcel Proust |
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The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep.
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sleep
sleeping
wake-up
waking-up
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Margaret Atwood |
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But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep.
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sleep
tears
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Margaret Atwood |
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My favorite cure for boredom is sleep. It's very easy to get to sleep when bored and very hard to get bored after a long rest.
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boredom
cure-for-boredom
restlessness
sleep
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Robert M. Pirsig |
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I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.
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cry
crying
enough
hostile
people
remembering
sleep
slime
streets
sweat
thinking
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Jean Rhys |
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On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.
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inspirational
sleep
thought-provoking
writing
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Tom Robbins |
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People who are contented and serene sleep well. They fall asleep easily, stay asleep, and wake refreshed. Conversely, people who are anxious, stressed, or depressed do not sleep well, and chronic insomnia is strongly associated with mood disorders. These are clear correlations, but what is cause and what is effect is not clear. Most experts agree that sleep and mood are closely related, that healthy sleep can enhance emotional well-being, while insufficient quantity or quality of sleep can adversely affect it.
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sleep
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Andrew Weil |
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"Ich mochte schlafen, aber du musst tanzen." [ ]"
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sleep
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Theodor Storm |
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Certainty. Life's last and kindest gift.
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20th-century-literature
bliss
certainty
cynicism
czech-literature
death
death-and-dying
endings
gallows-humor
gifts
sleep
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Milan Kundera |
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For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food, falling at once back into a stupor of oblivion, as though the small, warm weight of broth in my stomach were an anchor that pulled me after it, down through the murky fathoms of sleep.
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reality
recovery
sleep
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Diana Gabaldon |
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"Hullo!" said Merry. "So that's what is bothering you? Now, Pippin my lad, don't forget Gildor's saying--the one Sam used to quote: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger." "But our whole life for months has been one long meddling in the affairs of Wizards," said Pippin. "I should like a bit of information as well as danger. I should like a look at that ball." "Go to sleep!" said Merry. "You'll get information enough, sooner or later. My dear Pippin, no Took ever beat a Brandybuck for inquisitiveness; but is it this time, I ask you?" "All right! What's the harm in my telling you what I should like: a look at that stone? I know I can't have it, with old Gandalf sitting on it, like a hen on an egg. But it doesn't help much to get no more from you than a you-can't-have-it-so-go-to-sleep!" "Well, what else could I say?" said Merry. "I'm sorry, Pippin, but you really must wait till the morning. I'll be as curious as you like after breakfast, and I'll help you in any way I can at wizard-wheedling. But I can't keep awake any longer. If I yawn any more, I shall split at the ears. Good night!"
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gildor
hobbits
j-r-r-tolkien
meriadoc-branybuck
merry-brandybuck
peregrin-took
pippin-took
sleep
the-lord-of-the-rings
the-two-towers
tolkien
wizards
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away.
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sleep
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Gail Carson Levine |
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"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."
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oasis
sleep
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Paulo Coelho |
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He imagined that he was looking for her and couldn't find her anywhere, that the two of them were lost on a vast ship, sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they're lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another, the woman is sleeping only a few yards away from him and he cannot reach her, yet it's so very easy to go from port to starboard.
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reach
sea
ship
sleep
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José Saramago |
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He woke up and fought another battle and won. Then he went to bed and slept again and dreamed again and then he woke up and won again and slept again and he hardly noticed when waking became sleeping. Nor did he care.
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ender
genius
life
purpuse
sleep
truth
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Orson Scott Card |
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The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.
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sleep
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Victor Hugo |
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Seven billion who need to be kept happy, and docile, until the end. How do you do that? What's the best way to calm down a scared kid, get them to go back to sleep? Tell them a story. Some shit about Jesus or whatever.
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delusion
docile
dying
frightened
funny
happy
jesus
people
population
religion
scared
sleep
story
terrified
terrifying
truth
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Neal Stephenson |
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Forget it, Jonathan, and go back to sleep. And before you go to sleep, pray that no well-meaning god ever makes you immortal.
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immortality
jonathan-rebeck
sleep
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Peter S. Beagle |
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Parfois, tu reves que le sommeil est une morte lente qui te gagne, une anestesie douce et terrible a la fois, une necrose heureuse : le froid monte le long de tes jambes, le long de tes bras, monte lentement, t'engourdit, t'annihile. Ton orteil est une montagne lointaine, ta jambe un fleuve, ta joue est ton oreiller, tu loges tout entier dans ton pouce, tu fonds, tu coules comme du sable, comme du mercure.
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sleep
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Georges Perec |
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A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.
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rest
sleep
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Henry Miller |
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Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. Its the blue skin-smell of the sea, no matter where you are in the island city, and the blood metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and the waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and love that produces courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of hunderd bazaar devoted exclusively to perfume, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers. That smell, above all things - is that what welcomes me and tells me that I have come home. Then there were people. Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konark; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindi, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Parsee, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incoparable beauty, India.
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beautiful
city
colour
empire
hate
hope
human
love
mumbai
shantaram
sleep
smell-sea
sweat
sweet
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Gregory David Roberts |
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Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound; For I am weary, and am overwrought With too much toil, with too much care distraught, And with the iron crown of anguish crowned. Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek, O peaceful Sleep! until from pain released I breathe again uninterrupted breath! Ah, with what subtile meaning did the Greek Call thee the lesser mystery at the feast Whereof the greater mystery is death!
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peace
sleep
weariness
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Before he could lose courage he flung himself back and slammed his sleep-inducer to full theta.
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sleep
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James Tiptree Jr. |
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Sleep is an unfortunate biological requirement that both wastes time and leaves one vulnerable.
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pendergast
sleep
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Douglas Preston |
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I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.
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sleep
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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I never advise friends to put money in anything,. said Danny. 'It's a no-win situation - if they make a profit they forget that it was you who recommended it, and if they make a loss they never stop reminding you. My only advise would be not to gamble what you can't afford, and never to risk an amount that might cause you to lose a night's sleep
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afford
friends
gamble
investment
loss
money
recommend
risk
sleep
win
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Jeffrey Archer |
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The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.
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run
sleep
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Ann Patchett |
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Nick drank the coffee, the coffee according to Hopkins. The coffee was bitter. Nick laughed. It made a good ending to the story. His mind was starting to work. He knew he could choke it because he was tired enough. He spilled the coffee out of the pot and shook the grounds loose into the fire. He lit a cigarette and went inside the tent. He took off his shoes and trousers, sitting on the blankets, rolled the shoes up inside the trousers for a pillow and got in between the blankets. Out through the front of the tent he watched the glow of the fire when the night wind blew on it. It was a quiet night. The swamp was perfectly quiet. Nick stretched under the blanket comfortably. A mosquito hummed close to his ear. Nick sat up and lit a match. The mosquito was on the canvas, over his head. Nick moved the match quickly up to it. The mosquito made a satisfactory hiss in the flame. The match went out. Nick lay down again under the blankets. He turned on his side and shut his eyes. He was sleepy. He felt sleep coming. He curled up under the blanket and went to sleep.
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bliss
coffee
sleep
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Ernest Hemingway |
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By the time she awoke she couldn't even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.
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amanda
awoke
building-122
death
deathlike
dream
dreams
group-2
hospital
jason-medina
kings-park
kings-park-psychiatric-center
kings-park-state-hospital
kppc
kpsh
nightmare
peace
psych-ward
sleep
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Jason Medina |
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Sleepiness seemed to be creeping out of the ground and up their legs, and falling softly out of the air upon theirheads and eyes.
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sleep
the-lord-of-the-rings
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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He tried to think of death as he had done now and then, but that tired him and he dozed off. When he awoke an hour later, he felt fresh and calm as though he had slept for days.
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reflections
sleep
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Hermann Hesse |
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Rest is essential, but during our periods of rest, we must think to ourselves that in resting we are renewing our energy to fulfill our commitment.
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energy
nap
rest
sleep
wu-wei
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Wu Wei |
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Dreams are just lies that we tell ourselves while we're asleep.
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cynical
deams
fake
false
lie
nightmare
sleep
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Rebecca McNutt |
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And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person.
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depression
iris-murdoch
oblivion
sleep
the-sea-the-sea
unhappy
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Iris Murdoch |
374a2b7
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Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.
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desperate
escape
iris-murdoch
misery
sleep
suicidal
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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An unrested mind is prone to wander into unfruitful avenues; it is nothing that a good night's sleep cannot cure.
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rest
sleep
thinking
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Diane Setterfield |
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You can do without sleep or without food, but not without both and sleep wasn't an option.
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needs
sleep
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Ilona Andrews |
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Orr slept. He dreamed. There was no rub.
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shakespeare
sleep
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
5b3e3bf
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Boy needs to get a good night's sleep. Otherwise, he'll be lucky to get accepted at SUNY-So Far Upstate You Might As Well Be In Canada, ?
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college
humor
insomniac
sleep
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Rachel Cohn |
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Be honest with yourself; set the alarm for the time the Real You will get up, not the Ambitious You, because the Ambitious You doesn't really exist.
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funny
humor
life
mornings
sleep
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Laurie Notaro |
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Getting up early and feeling awake was the one skill he had never truly perfected - he got up, of course, but it never felt natural.
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natural
skill
sleep
sleeping
sleeps
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Larry McMurtry |
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Adulthood's full of ghosts... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.
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life
sleep
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Emily St. John Mandel |
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William awoke one morning to find that -- despite having no memory of it - he'd send a message to the Requisitions Department demanding ten thousand gallons of sleep (73% concentrate, with acetic acid stabilizer). The request had been rejected, but someone from Requisitions sent back a blanket and a pillow.
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sleep
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Bryce C. Anderson |
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Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
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funeral
sleep
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay a hand, instinctively, like a sleeping wife, across his hips; as if, in some dream, he was the one who escaped.
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john-fowles
loneliness
love
sleep
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John Fowles |
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A man that sleeps all night wastes too much of life.
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sleep
sleeping
sleeps
waste
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Larry McMurtry |
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A sleeping man would miss the best of the evening, and the moonrise as well.
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sleep
sleeping
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Larry McMurtry |
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When your day has been teeming with different sensations, when you have things on your mind, you can get to sleep to start with but you can't get back to sleep. Sleep comes a lot more easily than it comes back.
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sleep
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Victor Hugo |
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"Shergahn and friend lay like poleaxed steers, and the Daranfelian's greasy hair was thick with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and chunks of beef. His companion had less stew in his hair, but an equally large lump was rising fast, and Brandark flipped his improvised club into the air, caught it in proper dipping position, and filled it once more from the pot without even glancing at them. He raised the ladle to his nose, inhaled deeply, and glanced at the cook with an impudent twitch of his ears. "Smells delicious," he said while the laughter started up all around the fire. "I imagine a bellyful of this should help a hungry man sleep. Why, just look what a single ladle of it did for Shergahn!"
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bully
defeat
delicious
food
funny
good
humor
humorous
laughter
lump
shame
sleep
steer
stew
triumph
yummy
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David Weber |
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There are things we do automatically, our body, acting on its own, avoids inconvenience whenever possible, that is why we sleep on the eve of battle or execution, and why ultimately we die when we can no longer bear the harsh light of existence.
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existence
life
sleep
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José Saramago |
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it felt like waking up over and over without falling sleep in between.
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sleep
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James S.A. Corey |
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Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.
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dreaming
dreams
rest
sleep
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Stewart Stafford |
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I'm not sure what form I expected the threat to take; a police car actually stopping outside, a powerfully built black man darting up the drive? I had several dreams of siege, in which the house became a frail slatted box, shadowy and exquisite within, the walls all cracked and bleached louvres which fell to powder as one brushed against them. In one dream Arthur and I were there, and others, old school friends, a gaggle of black kids from the Shaft, my grandfather tearful and hopeless. We knew we had no chance of surviving the violence that surrounded us, closing in fast, and I was gripped by a nauseating terror. I woke up in the certain knowledge that I was about to die: the bedsprings were ticking from the sprinting vehemence of my heartbeat. I didn't dare go back to sleep and after a while sat up and read, while Arthur slept deeply beside me. It took days to lose the mood of the dream, and its power to prickle my scalp. The neighbourhood seemed eerily impregnated with it, and its passing made possible a new confidence, as if a sentence had been lifted.
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gay
murder
sleep
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Alan Hollinghurst |
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Our dreams are little stories or puzzles that we must solve to be free, Sebastian said. He was reading out loud from Wilson's notebook. My dream is me offering me a solution to the conundrum of my life. My dream is me offering me something that I need and my responsibility to myself is to try to understand what it means. Our dreams are a thin curtain between survival and extinction.
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dreams
sleep
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Miriam Toews |