Louis-Ferdinand Celine Quotes

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

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

It's useless to play lullabies for those who cannot sleep.

There was a time when I was 19 when I really, really, really thought I was going crazy. I was exhausted and going through a terrible depression.

From morning when I wake up until I go to sleep, I am working. I go to bed and I want to switch off, but the brain doesn't switch off.

Fatigue is the best pillow.

[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

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

Naps are the key to relieving stress. When you are working on two hours of sleep, the fact that cheese comes on something when you ordered it with no cheese is enough to send you crying under the covers for an hour.

Well, I did know - but I just wanted the day to pass and the next day to come and then I wanted that one to pass. It was a horrible cycle. I felt so close to having to pack the game in.

From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

Judging by my degradation in the last 24 hours, I'll be surprised if I make it to Tuesday.

After two kids, I hit the pillow and go straight to sleep.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk. I couldn't even go outside. Maybe I was just burnt crisp from the gruelling schedule I had been keeping for years.

I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.