Narcoleptic Quotes & Sayings

Your gravity, your grace have turned a tide
In me, no lunar power can reverse;
But in your narcoleptic eyes I spied
A sightlessness tonight: or something worse,
A disregard that made me feel unmanned.
Meanwhile, insomniac, I catch my breath
To think I saw my future traced in sand
One afternoon "as still, as carved, as death,"
And pray for an oblivion so deep
It ends in transformation. Only dawn
Can save me, flood this haunted house of sleep
With light, and drown the thoughts that nightly warn:
Another lifetime is the least you'll need, to trace
The guarded secrets of her gravity, her grace. — Jonathan Coe

He was a poet who sometimes taught Free University classes or travelled in the western states of Utah, Nevada, and Arizona, speaking to high school English classes, stunning middle-class boys and girls (he hoped) with the news that poetry was alive - narcoleptic, to be sure, but still possessed of a certain hideous vitality. — Stephen King

Literature today is like elevator music for a narcoleptic. — Quentin R. Bufogle

Active, pulsing love took a secondary position to expedient need and the narcoleptic inertia of the day-to-day. — Craig Lancaster

I think I'm a narcoleptic. I could sleep on a railway track with a train running over me, in-between the rails. — Dan Aykroyd

Writing is the dragon that lives underneath my floorboards. The one I incessantly feed for fear it may turn and devour my ass. Writing is the friend who doesn't return my phone calls; the itch I'm unable to scratch; a dinner invitation from a cannibal; elevator music for a narcoleptic. Writing is the hope of lifting all boats by pissing in the ocean. Writing isn't something that makes me happy like a good cup of coffee. It's just something I do because not writing, as I've found, is so much worse. — Quentin R. Bufogle

I'm the world's lightest sleeper. On a bad day, I can make Lady Macbeth look like a raging narcoleptic. — Jodi Taylor

The sound of the motor lulls him to sleep. (Joe)
Great. I always wanted to fly with a narcoleptic pilot. (Steele) — Sherrilyn Kenyon