Reviewing a book written by someone you're living with and sleeping with is, needless to say, wrong.
You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.
In the sleeping state, instead, one is much more oneself, even if society never ceases to intervene.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
I warn you against shedding blood, indulging in it and making a habit of it, for blood never sleeps.
Cary Benjamin sleeps dreamily on my stomach as we're both bonding and recuperating. He's phenomenal.
I'll get into a pattern where I start sleeping only between 12 and 3.30, and go for weeks like that.
I'm enormously less interested in whom you sleep with than I am in with whom you're prepared to die.
I reckon if I can't spend the day sleeping, the next best thing is to spend it reading and drinking.
Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?
He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things. There will be sleeping enough in the grave.