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Thinking very often resembles napping, but the intent is different. --Stephanie Plum
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Janet Evanovich |
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"Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired."
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funny
humor
kisses
kissing
laura
looking-for-alaska
love
making-out
miles
quote
sexy
sleeping
teenager
the-colonel
tired
young-adult
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John Green |
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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
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empty-your-head
ignorance
ignoring
insomnia
lonely
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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 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
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Cornelia Funke |
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We want to climb in with you,' Dermot said. 'We'll all sleep better.' That seemed incredibly weird and creepy to me - or maybe I only thought it should have. I was simply too tired to argue. I climbed in the bed. Claude got in on one side of me, Dermot on the other. Just when I was thinking, I would never be able to sleep, that this situation was too odd and too wrong, I felt a kind of blissful relaxation roll through my body, a kind of unfamiliar comfort. I was with family. I was with blood. And I slept.
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dermot
fairies
family
sleeping
sookie-stackhouse
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Charlaine Harris |
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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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Stay the night, said the officer, patting a confiscated couch. I'll keep my hands off you. I promise. You have more than hands, said Elie. My feet are safe, too, said the officer. He pointed to a hole in his boots, and they laughed.
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seduction
sleeping
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Thaisa Frank |
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Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
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a-song-of-ice-and-fire
bed
bran-stark
fallen-horse
lord-manderly
sleeping
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George R.R. Martin |
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Sleeping on a plank has one advantage - it encourages early rising.
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sleeping
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Alexandre Dumas |
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Now as I stood on the roof of my house, taking in this unexpected view, it struck me how rather glorious it was that in two thousand years of human activity the only thing that had stirred the notice of the outside world even briefly was the finding of a Roman phallic pendant. The rest was just centuries of people quietly going about their daily business - eating, sleeping, having sex, endeavoring to be amused- and it occurred to me, with the forcefulness of a thought experienced in 360 degrees, that that's really what history mostly is: masses of people doing ordinary things. Even Einstein will have spent large parts of his life thinking about his holidays o new hammock or how dainty was the ankle on the young lady alighting from the tram across the street. These are the sort of things that fill our life and thoughts, and yet we treat them as incidental and hardly worthy of serious consideration. I don't know how many hours of my school years were spent considering the Missouri Compromise or the War of the Roses, but it was vastly more than I was ever encouraged or allowed to give to the history of eating. sleeping, having sex and endeavoring to be amused.
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history
sex
sleeping
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Bill Bryson |
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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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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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My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night. I open mine as wide as possible. I like to see everything, I say. What's there to see? Moon. Air. Sunrise. All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up. I like to wake up.
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drapes
light
morning
poem
poetry
sleeping
waking-up
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