“Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.”

"Dreams"
Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? (1993)

1990s, The Rum Diary (1998)
Context: By the time we got to the street, I could see the first rays of the sun, a cool pink glow in the eastern sky. The fact that I’d spent all night in a cell and a courtroom made that morning one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. There was a peace and brightness about it, a chilly Caribbean dawn after a night in a filthy jail. I looked out at the ships and the sea beyond them, and I felt crazy to be free with a whole day ahead of me.
Then I realized I would sleep most of the day, and my excitement disappeared.

Source: Dark Flame

Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded (1931)

Song lyrics, Lionheart (1978)

Variant: Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Source: Thirst

VICE, "What Radio Censorship Says About America" http://www.vice.com/en_ca/read/what-radio-censorship-says-about-america 17 December 2013.

“Perhaps because it posits only two choices,” said Aenea. Somewhere in the desert night, an owl made a short, sharp sound. “Spiritual resurrection and immortality or death and damnation,” she said.
“Those last two aren’t the same thing,” I said.
“No, but perhaps to someone like Blaise Pascal they were. Someone terrified of ‘the eternal silence of these infinite spaces.’”
“A spiritual agoraphobic,” I said.
Aenea laughed. The sound was so sincere and spontaneous that I could not help loving it. Her.
“Religion seems to have always offered that false duality,” she said, setting her cup of tea on a flat stone. “The silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.”
Source: The Rise of Endymion (1997), Chapter 10 (p. 166)