Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.

And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person.

Sorrow can sometimes induce sleep.

It was too late to go to Gaze now, everyone would be in bed. It was a comforting thought. Whatever was happening it was not happening now. There was nothing he could do now. Sleep was overwhelming him again, great clouds and folds of sleep like a warm fog.

Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.