Jenny Holzer Quotes

When I was 15 or 16 - I slept really well then. Now I sleep on a bed of anxiety-tipped nails.

What keeps me up at night? Anxiety. Anxiety, the inability to go to sleep, it's quite literally that.

I am an insomniac. Most of my nights include a moment of wakening. Often I will make my way to the kitchen to make tea and read for awhile.

I'm a light sleeper. I've never been one of those people who can put their head down and suddenly everything disappears. Nighttime is the time I get most scared, anxious or worried. In those darker moments before waking or sleeping is when I feel most, I don't know, I can turn on myself, and my imagination can take me dark places.

I am an insomniac. I wake up at 6 or 6:30 and get out of bed immediately. The coffee starts right away. Then I get to the computer as quickly as possible. I like to start writing when I'm still half-asleep, in a state between dreaming and waking.

There are only three things that stop me sleeping: hunger, the odd bad dream and cramp in the arches of my feet - it's crippling, as if somebody's trying to tie your foot in a reef knot.

I hate horror movies. I get really scared, and I don't want to be scared. I don't know why, but I'm one of those people who gets frightened and can't go to sleep.

The gross demonstration of caffeine is that it prevents you from falling asleep. The slightly more nefarious aspect of caffeine is that maybe you can fall asleep, but we know that the depth of deep sleep you're getting if caffeine is still in your system is severely less.

I have trouble going to sleep at night, because you always get the feeling that there is another thing you could do.

The insomnia just perpetuates. I have one bad night, then I get it in my head that I can't sleep. I've been trying these meditation tapes - there are a couple on Spotify - and they're meant to calm you. But they don't seem to work.

Sometimes I don't sleep well.

If you're a traveling artist, you probably experience insomnia at some point. You need things to be the right temperature, the right light... it's essential.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.

Well enough for old folks to rise early, because they have done so many mean things all their lives they can't sleep anyhow.

Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.

Some nights I sleep like a baby. Other nights it's, Oh God, I just came up with a bomb shot.

I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner. I wait for its coming with dread, and my heart beats and my legs tremble, while my whole body shivers beneath the warmth of the bedclothes, until the moment when I suddenly fall asleep, as a man throws himself into a pool of stagnant water in order to drown. I do not feel this perfidious sleep coming over me as I used to, but a sleep which is close to me and watching me, which is going to seize me by the head, to close my eyes and annihilate me.

Fear is nothing but idleness of the will.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

It was daunting at first. I did have insomnia for two weeks.

i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.

I almost never slept deeply anymore--as soon as she said my name, I always sat up immediately, no matter how tired I was.