Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me awhile from mine own company.

Write a wise saying and your name will live forever.

—Unknown

We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.

—Unknown

Angels dancing on the head of a pin dissolve into nothingness at the bedside of a dying child.

—Unknown

There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

—Unknown

Hell, there are no rules here—we're trying to accomplish something.

—Unknown

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.

—William Shakespeare

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, and look on death itself.

—William Shakespeare

O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her and be her sense but as a monument, thus in a chapel lying.

—William Shakespeare

O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness.

—William Shakespeare

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!"- the innocent sleep.

—William Shakespeare