Quotes by Sleep I can’t remember how many times I advised students to stop writing the sunny hours and write from where it hurts: No one wants to read polite. It puts them to sleep. Anne Bernays hurt sleep writing If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs. Anne Fadiman sleep writing book When I visit a new bookstore, I demand cleanliness, computer monitors, and rigorous alphabetization. When I visit a secondhand bookstore, I prefer indifferent housekeeping, sleeping cats, and sufficient organizational chaos. Anne Fadiman bookstores cat sleep Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs that drift from a neighbor's window, but nothing gets through. I am suspended in a sensory deprivation tank, and the very lack of sensation is delicious. Anne Fadiman cities sleep writing She had died peacefully, in her sleep, after an evening of listening to all of her favorite Fred Astaire songs, one crackling record after another. Once the last chord of the last piece had died out, she had stood up and opened the French doors to the garden outside, perhaps waiting to breathe in the honeysuckle one more time. Anne Fortier garden sleep song I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while my dearest friends have been knocked down or have fallen into a gutter somewhere out in the cold night. I get frightened when I think of close friends who have now been delivered into the hands of the cruelest brutes that walk the earth. And all because they are Jews! Anne Frank sleep night thinking Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill. Anne Frank silence sleep helping leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing Anne Frank eye sleep night I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this. Anne Lamott worry sleep jesus For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one. Anne Morrow Lindbergh depth sleep needs What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sleep or in the sea. Pencils and pads and curling blue sheets alive with letters heap up on the desk. Anne Morrow Lindbergh sleep blue writing There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead. Anne Rice mystery horror sleep The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead. Anne Rice humdrum despair sleep Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests. Anne Rice guests dream sleep Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever. Anne Rice forever sleep What a lay me down this is Anne Sexton white sleep two I can only sign over everything, Anne Sexton jewels dog sleep The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow. Anne Sexton future home sleep the heart, Anne Sexton sleep heart children When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet Anne Sexton kissing sleep heart «1011121314151617181920»