Patty Duke Quotes

I'm like a child inside and I really get excited, so sometimes when I'm trying to go to bed, I'm so excited about the next day that I can't go to sleep.

I get really weird when I'm not working. I have to keep working.

My ever-present mania meant I was never phased by staying up twenty hours a day or by the different time zones. I was Superman.

I don't sleep much. I'm on the go. My mind is racing. My wife says my mind is like the rolling dials on a slot machine. So, yeah, I think about everything.

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

Sometimes I get a little manic and you can't stop me. I'm all over the place. I have fun.

I will make myself sick on films, just because you want everything to be right. I can't sleep if something hasn't been done or is out of place.

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

I'm too excited to sleep!

I have insomnia, and it's hard for me to sit still for a long time. My mind is always "tick, tick, tick."

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

Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night... Without the satisfaction.

I don't know if you've ever had insomnia, but it's a really terrible feeling when it's days and weeks on end. It was kind of awful.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

I'm a terrible sleeper. I get obsessive, repetitive thoughts and it's horrible.

Mania starts off fun, not sleeping for days, keeping company with your brain, which has become a wonderful computer, showing 24 TV channels all about you. That goes horribly wrong after awhile.

He had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that attacked the body. He had not studied the microbe of conscience which eats into the soul.

I am not sleepy at all!

Insomnia is a glamorous term for thoughts you forgot to have in the day.

Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.

Because, really, what was worse than lying wide-awake in the dark, watching your life drip away, one irreplaceable minute after another?

Thinking of Germany in the night robs me of my sleep.