Nicholas D'Agosto Quotes

I've had sleep paralysis.

Harder than waking from a nightmare was trying to wake herself into one.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

I shudder at the image they would piece together.

Your mind always does worse things than people can show in a movie.

My uncle's house burned down when I was 6 years old. We got out safely. But ever since, I've had a nightmare of dying in a fire.

I've had a quite a few nightmares about being chased by walkers.

I love driving, but sometimes, I'm not too good at it because I spend too much time looking in the rearview mirror if I know I'm being followed. You don't respond like, 'Oh, there's paparazzi.' It's more like, 'There's a man, and he's going to attack me.' That's how your body responds.

I very often have night terrors. Just think of the worst possible situation, and it's a regular thing for me. I've died in my sleep twenty-three different ways.

There is an excitement about having nightmares.

I have a lot of nightmares.

My kids are my life and the thought of someone taking them away from me is my worst nightmare.

I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.

I was in New York City on 9/11. Grief remains from that awful day, but not only grief. There is fear, too, a fear informed by the knowledge that whatever my worst nightmare is, there is someone out there embittered enough to carry it out.

I wish I never got buried alive.

I have this dream where I get chased through a park by Nazis in the Second World War. They finally catch up to me in an apartment somewhere, but I don't know what happens next.

I would dream that this coffin had wings, and it would fly around my bed at night, and so it was a dream that happened a lot, and that's what frightened me.

Having your worst nightmares kind of come true is truly liberating.

I had a nightmare that I was mopping floors and that this Freddie Gibbs thing was all a dream.

My adult life is filled with the things horror movies are made of.

Something like Nightmare On Elm Street, to me, was kind of an examination of levels of consciousness and the pain of facing the truth, and how easy it is to fall asleep, or want to fall asleep.

You woke in the morning with the weight of doom on your head. You lay with eyes shut wondering why you dreaded the day; was it a debt, was it a lost love? -and then you remembered the nightmare....This was no time for beauty, for love, or private future....There was no future; everyone waited, marked time, waited. For what?

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.