He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestBy night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
100 Love SonnetsThey say older folks need less sleep, so I must not be old yet.
Analog Science Fiction and Fact, 2012 DecemberI hasten to sleep so that I might dream and colour my mind with a myriad of things.
The Army of Five Men