“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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American author, poet, editor and literary critic 1809–1849

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