Haruki Murakami Quotes

The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.

I don't like to sleep. I'm missing something when I'm sleeping.

I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.

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.

I ain't sleeping. I'm just taking a good look at the insides of my eyelids.

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.

I am not sleepy at all!

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

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?

The thing that keeps me most awake is the desire and curiosity to learn more.

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.

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

Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

Sometimes I don't sleep well.

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.

I just can't sleep tonight knowing that things ain't right.

Who can wrestle against Sleep? - Yet is that giant very gentleness.

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.

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Nothing keeps me awake at night. I keep other people awake at night.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.