It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

Sleep comes more easily than it returns.

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.

In the cradle a child is screaming.

An old man sits over his death, and anyone

young enough talks to his love, breathes

into her lips, looks into her eyes.