But you can't focus on things that matter if all you've been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.

If you're going to do something tonight that you'll be sorry for tomorrow morning sleep late.

There's also a sense of freedom. I was so obsessed by this problem that I was thinking about if all the time - when I woke up in the morning when I went to sleep at night and that went on for eight years.

Even before I knew I was gay I knew I didn't want to have a child. I knew I didn't want to have one. I never want to have to release it from me. Listen I love babies. I love children. And I melt when I'm around them. I also love my freedom and I love that I can sleep at night.

I did a lot of things that I regretted and I certainly paid for my mistakes. You have to go and ask for forgiveness and it wasn't until I really started doing good and doing right by other people as well as myself that I really started to feel that guilt go away. So I don't have a problem going to sleep at night.

Grief is a bad moon a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant a saboteur who at the slightest change in the sunlight or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial will flick the memory switch bringing tears to your eyes.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants chased from sleeping on the street chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas until finally we are so hungry sleepless smelly constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success... such emotions make a man forget food sleep friends love everything.

My philosophy from day one is that I can sleep better at night if I can improve an individual's knowledge about food and wine and do it on a daily basis.

In the midst of these hard times it is our good health and good sleep that are enjoyable.

Never hurry. Take plenty of exercise. Always be cheerful. Take all the sleep you need. You may expect to be well.

Let no man fear to die we love to sleep all and death is but the sounder sleep.

I try to get in quiet time and book time but really the only time I ever get that is when I'm on an airplane - I have a fear of flying but I actually love flying because it's the only time I can sleep and it's the only time I get to read.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness the Dreamless Sleep?

The scariest thought in the world is that someday I'll wake up and realize I've been sleepwalking through my life: underappreciating the people I love making the same hurtful mistakes over and over a slave to neuroses fear and the habitual.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt is already accomplished.

I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned we might as well never have lived.

I love being healthy. I get a lot of sleep. I'm a girl who eats. And I feel beautiful no matter how I look. I have my family to thank for that.

All the laws and legislation in the world will never heal this world like the loving hearts and arms of mothers and fathers. If every child could drift to sleep feeling wrapped in the love of their family - and God's love - this world would be a far more gentle and better place.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

Sleep - the most beautiful experience in life - except drink.

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.

The poor have to labour in the face of the majestic equality of the law which forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges to beg in the streets and to steal bread.