Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Thinking becomes dozing

Despite my intentions of using the time for careful introspection, I ended up inspecting no more than the backs of my eyelids.
Laurie R. King, A Letter of Mary (New York: Picador, 1996), p. 63

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Heavy eyelids

My eyelids suddenly got very heavy very fast. Don’t you find it hard to keep them open when that happens? And also, why bother?
Spencer Quinn, To Fetch a Thief: A Chet and Bernie Mystery (New York: Atria Paperback, Simon & Schuster, 2011), p. 16

Monday, July 20, 2015

Uriah Heep, asleep

There I saw him, lying on his back, with his legs extending to I don't know where, gurglings taking place in his throat, stoppages in his nose, and his mouth open like a post office.
Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850), ch. 25  (describing Uriah Heep)