#insomnia

A man who, night after night, falls like a lump of lead upon his bed, and ceases to live until the moment when he wakes and rises, will such a man ever dream of making, I do not say great discoveries, but even minute observations upon sleep? He barely knows that he does sleep. A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. A memory without fault is not a very powerful incentive to studying the phenomena of memory. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#memory #dreams

I try to distract myself from reality by wielding an active imagination. Then I have nightmares. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#imagination

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#insomniac #nature

I fix the cramped, lined pages with my curious stare. How do you come to exist? ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#imagination #insomnia #writer #writing #dreams

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. ↗

— David Benioff

#sleep #brain

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking. ↗

— Clifton Fadiman

#any #gross #including #insomnia #itself