“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.”more info
source: Sweet Thursday (New York: Penguin, 2008), 107.
“There’s something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.”more info
source: January 29, 1947 entry, in America Day by Day, translated by Carol Cosman (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2000), 18.
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“A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.”more info
source: Stay of Execution: A Sort of Memoir (Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Company, 1973), 299.
“Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang ‘Cherry Ripe,’ and another uncle sang ‘Drake’s Drum.’ It was very warm in the little house.
Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird’s Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”
source: “A Child’s Christmas in Wales,” in The Collected Stories (New York: New Directions, 1986), 302–303.
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“When you have been deprived of your usual quantity of sleep for several nights, you sleep much more soundly for it, and wake up suddenly like a bullet that strikes a wall.”more info
source: The Journal 1837–1861 (New York: New York Review of Books, 2009), 539.
notes: diary entry dated January 27, 1859
“Newspapers are being read all around. The point is not, of course, to glean new information, but rather to coax the mind out of its sleep-induced introspective temper. To look at the paper is to raise a seashell to one’s ear and to be overwhelmed by the roar of humanity.”more info
source: The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work (New York: Pantheon, 2009), 237.
“There is a time for many words and there is a time for sleep.”more info