As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.

sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless manthe most guilty.

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Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.