All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me.
I've always had a complicated relationship with sleep. Even as a little kid, I never wanted to go to bed - it always seemed unfair in some way.
Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the crudest rituals. It is a mental torture I find debasing... I simply cannot get used to the nightly betrayal of reason, humanity, genius.
Everyone thinks I like to sleep. It's not that I like to sleep, it's that I don't like to get up! There is a difference.
I'm not really a fan of sleep, to be honest with you. I work out at 9:30 or 10 o'clock at night, and sometimes I just keep going. I've never been a big sleeper.
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.
Those who hate to go to bed fear death; those who hate to get up fear life.
I'm not a big sleeper. It just feels like wasting time. If I wake up, and it's after 5 A.M., I stay up.
I never thought of stopping, and I just hated sleeping. I can't imagine having a better life.
