“Sleep those tiny slices of death how i despise them”
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756–1791) Austrian Romantic composer
“Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them.”
Various forms of this quote are attributed to Poe, primarily by a title card in the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street 3, though there is no record of his having ever said it.
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