The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

I derive no pleasure from prosecuting a man even though I know he's guilty do you think I could sleep at night or look at myself in the mirror in the morning if I hounded an innocent man?

I am not a morning person. I like to sleep in.

I pray every night before I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up.

These flowers which were splendid and sprightly waking in the dawn of the morning in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity sleeping in the cold night's arms.

The first thing I think about when I wake up most mornings is the fact that I'm tired. I have been tired for decades. I am tired in the morning and I am tired while becalmed in the slough of the afternoon and I am tired in the evening except right when I try to go to sleep.

Your body tells you what it needs and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning it's probably because you need the sleep.

Make sure you never never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep and you can't settle anything until morning anyway.

We sleep but the loom of life never stops and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

To get rich you have to be making money while you're asleep.

Never work just for money or for power. They won't save your soul or help you sleep at night.

When you become a mom you just learn how to function sleep deprived and you do get used to it. I came back to work when Finley was three months old and the first few months were rough. Then somehow you learn to exist on no sleep and now when he does upon occasion sleep through the night which is like a full six hours you're pretty sure he's suffocating. So you don't sleep anyway.

You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in. My story is no different than anybody else's.

Of course I would be depressed sometimes and my Mom would be worried about me because I would just sleep to escape. Cause I was so scared of being a musician or artist or whatever you want to call it.

I think a good mom is an awake mom. At least for me I've always been a kinder better person awake than sleep-deprived!

I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.

Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own.

My mother gets all mad at me if I stay in a hotel. I'm 31-years-old and I don't want to sleep on a sleeping bag down in the basement. It's humiliating.

I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep I have to sing 'Maria' from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring I hang up.

Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep.

I think people are born bisexual and the make subconscious choices based on the pressures of society. I have no question in my mind about being bisexual. But I'm also a hypocrite: I would never date a girl who is bisexual because that means they also sleep with men and men are so dirty that I'd never sleep with a girl who had slept with a man.

Men who are unhappy like men who sleep badly are always proud of the fact.

I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men enough whiskey for three and enough women for four.