Quotes About Sleepwalkers

consciousness] Maybe you think it gives you free will. Maybe you've forgotten that sleepwalkers converse, drive vehicles, commit crimes and clean up afterward, unconscious the whole time. Maybe nobody's told you that waking souls are only slaves in denial.

Every concert pianist knows that the surest way to ruin a performance is to be aware of what the fingers are doing. Every dancer and acrobat knows enough to let the mind go, let the body run itself. Every driver of a manual vehicle arrives at destinations with no recollection of the stops and turns and roads traveled in getting there. You are all sleepwalkers, whether climbing creative peaks or slogging through some mundane routine for the thousandth time. You are all sleepwalkers.

All dreamers and sleepwalkers must pay the price, and even the invisible victim is responsible for the fate of all.

I remember that I'm invisible and walk softly so as not awake the sleeping ones. Sometimes it is best not to awaken them; there are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.

We have to accept that human culture is in a mass hypnotic trance. We're sleepwalkers.

From all around the Third World, You hear the same story; Rulers Asleep to all things at All times - Conscious only of Riches, which they gather in a Coma - Intravenously So that You wouldn't know they were Feeding if it was not for the Occasional Tell-tale trickle somewhere Around the mouth. And when they are jolted awake, They stare about them with Unseeing eyes, just Sleepwalkers in a nightmare.

We sleepwalkers of the day! We artists! We who conceal naturalness! We who are moon- and God-struck! We untiring wanderers, silent as death, on heights that we see not as heights but as our plains, as our safety.

They became sleepwalkers in a world of half-dreams and rambling thoughts with no break in the wearing march or the never-ending, silent black trunks that came and passed in countless thousands.

To obey this rule, we must become sleepwalkers. We must not see clearly, think precisely, or remember freely. The amount of creative, intellectual, and sexual energy that is trapped by this need to repress anger and remain unaware of its sources is simply incalculable.

Nocturne Where are you now, my poems, my sleepwalkers? No mumbles tonight? Where are you, thirst, fever, humming tedium? The sodium streetlights burr outside my window, steadfast, unreachable, little astonishments lighting the way uphill. Where are you now, when I need you most? It's late. I'm old. Come soon, you feral cats among the dahlias.

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?

Something that has not been said about the moon? That it gives manicures to women sleepwalkers.