Fran Lebowitz Quotes

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

Stress is not the spice of life any more than arsenic is. And without it, you won't feel bored.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Physically I'm tired at the end of the day and quite glad to be reading in bed by midnight.

I always pretend like I'm nervous no matter what. I try to fall asleep.

I'm not very good at going to sleep, and that's probably my worst problem. I don't need much more than seven and a half hours, but I probably get six. I take all my problems to bed with me and fret. I can't switch off.

My attention span is all over the place, and I overthink things. I'm an insomniac.

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.

When I'm not working is when I tend to freak out a bit. It's hard for me to just stay home.

I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn't want to go to work the next day exhausted.

I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.

Unfortunately these days, there is a hell of a lot that keeps me awake.

I have a tough time turning my brain off, to be honest.

My nervous system is a shattered wreck, and I am absolutely bored and listless save when I come upon something which peculiarly interests me.

I have the inability to stop thinking and switch off from work at night, which causes a lot of sleeplessness.

The people who know me do not ask me about the next book or how it's going. They ask, 'Jason, are you sleeping?' because they know my brain will not shut down.

I can't relax. I don't have any hobbies.

Don't blame you," said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.

I write because I can’t sleep.

Someone told me sleep was the cousin of death and followin' the dollar finds nothin' but stress.

When you force sleep, it doesn't happen.

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

Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.