Rufus Wainwright Quotes

One of the big areas I'd like to see a lot more research done on is the sensory problems, and it's real variable. One kid's got sound sensitivity; another one can't tolerate fluorescent lights. I can't stand scratchy clothes.

I have, like, sensory overload problems.

I am a very bad sleeper. There are lots of times when I'm trying to fall asleep at someone's place, and if they don't have blackout curtains, I am waking up with any amount of sunlight.

I have always had disrupted, broken sleep.

Jet lag is tough, to be honest. For me, it's much easier to force yourself to stay awake.

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?

Evelyn was an insomniac so when they say she died in her sleep, you have to question that.

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

I have trouble sleeping, at the end of the night. There's a lot of stimulus and my brain is processing a lot of different arcs and personalities. I'm always processing things, so I don't sleep.

The nature of my compulsion was such that I danced in my sleep. The entire household was sometimes awakened by loud thumping sounds coming from my room.

Sleepwalking?" "Nightmare?" "Homicidal psycho jungle cat!

I was in my tighty-whities and I never woke up, and I ran over a mile.

I can no longer work outside because of the intensity of the light.

I can't sleep very well at night. It takes me a while to get to sleep. I could just be nocturnal. I have my nighttime witching hour where I hang out, listen to records or watch TV.

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

Also, I could finally sleep. And this was the real gift, because when you cannot sleep, you cannot get yourself out of the ditch--there's not a chance.

Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.

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

When I'm manic, I'm so awake and alert, that my eyelashes fluttering on the pillow sound like thunder.

I can't let in the light.It will destroy my performance like light destroys film

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

It was impossible to sleep. Anxiety stopped me from falling asleep; depression woke me up.

Sometimes we smile at a child thats afraid of the dark. I think more ridiculous is a man or woman afraid of the light.

Five hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.

I've never been able to sleep very much, even when I was a kid. I used to hate being forced to lay in bed in the darkness, and just shifting in bed and staring at the shadows.