Filming is quite exciting because every day is different, but it can involve long hours standing around in chilly locations. Theatre is a very different challenge because every night you’re striving to keep it fresh, even though you might have been performing the same play for months.
There are a lot of hours and a lot of sacrifices you have to make to achieve your dreams as a tennis player.
At first, I spend about four hours a day writing. Toward the end of a book, I spend up to 16 hours a day on it, because all I want to do is make it good and get it done.
There’s kind of a toll you have to pay with a cat; if you don’t pet her for 10 minutes she’ll bother you for six hours.
I listen to jazz about three hours a day. I love Louis Armstrong.
And I love Mel Brooks. My Dad loved his movies, too, they’re awesome, the kind of thing that if you’re in for ten minutes, you’re in for two hours.
I like to embrace natural beauty. I try to get at least 8 hours of sleep, drinking a lot of water and exercising.
There never seems to be enough hours in the day. At the moment I have no time to make new music because I’ve been doing so much promotion for this new single.
I worked three and then six hours a day in my studio with strict discipline and emotion. I obtained awards usually granted to other foreigners during the end-of-year admission tests.
I am a completely self-made person. It’s been a tough journey – I learnt on the job, worked 48 hours without sleeping.
When I work fourteen hours a day, seven days a week, I get lucky.
The greatest job I ever had was working on my family farm. Each morning my father would come into my bedroom around 4:30 am and command me to get up and work the fields. I would spend the next two hours before school slopping pigs and cropping tobacco.
Honestly, Flav is not much of a video game player these days. BUT, I used to spend hours on Time Crisis. I beat all levels, man.
When it was availed to me that I had free time, I chose to go to cooking school every day, six hours a day, like a diploma program. I wanted to learn something new.
I probably spend 14 hours a day, if you include a commute, at work. That doesn’t leave a whole lot of time to train, and it certainly doesn’t leave a lot of time for a social life. Which I have none.
You can scream at me, call me for a shoot at midnight, keep me waiting for hours – as long as what ends up on the screen is perfect.
I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.
The stories from 1975 on are not finished and there is no resolve. I could spend 50 hours on the last 25 years of jazz and still not do it justice.
Imagine if we can just talk to our computers and have it understand, ‘Please schedule a meeting with Bob for next week.’ Or if each child could have a personalized tutor. Or if self-driving cars could save all of us hours of driving.
From his first hours as pope, Francis has re-enacted or spoken of the great pastoral transformation of Vatican II as his own agenda.
My ideal relaxation is working on upholstry. I spend hours in junk shops buying furniture. I do all the upholstery work myself, and it’s like therapy.
I’ve often stood silent at a party for hours listening to my movie idols turn into dull and little people.
When a documentary filmmaker, working in the style that I do, suggests that there has been a shooting ratio of 40 hours to every one hour of finished film, that doesn’t mean that the other 39 are bad.
Every year, I have to spend another hour working out. Pretty soon I’ll be spending eight hours working out just to fit in the costume. I have the feeling that the minute I stop doing the character, boom, Roseanne Barr.
Believe me, if anybody has a job and starts at 9, there’s no reason why they can’t get up at 4:30 or five and write for a couple of hours, and give their employers their second-best effort of the day – which is what I did.
Working long hours being single helps because your time is yours. Once you have a family your time isn’t all yours anymore. Most of the Mac team, we were in our mid-20’s, most of us were single, and we were able to essentially devote our lives to it.
Let’s put it this way: I don’t have a good work ethic. I have a real casual relationship with hours. I don’t understand why, in entertainment, the hours are as long as they are. It seems like everything takes forever, and no one can tell you why, exactly.
When I mentioned that I miss the trainee days, I guess that’s because back then we were in practice for over 14 hours a day, it was almost like school.
You should just enjoy it, but as soon as you decide that it is going to be your career, no matter whether you want to be a doctor or an architect or anything else, you need to work 5 hours a day.
I write for a certain sphere of readers in the United States who on average watch seven and a half hours of multichannel television per day.
My son was diagnosed with autism. He’s OK, he makes eye contact, but he doesn’t talk. He needs eight hours a day of very intensive school, and you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you how much it costs.
If I was to go to sleep before midnight, I would feel weird about myself, like I wasted a day. My most productive hours are between midnight and five.
I’ve never been to a dinner that’s laid on anywhere. I don’t want to waste what few hours I’ve got.
In America people get depressed for no reason. They say, ‘I’m sad my boyfriend didn’t call me.’ I tell them, ‘How would you like to spend 12 hours on a line to get bread or a chicken?’ That is depressing.
I love to go to the studio and stay there 10 or 12 hours a day. I love it. What is it? I don’t know. It’s life.
When I come to Chicago, I gorge myself. I get off the plane and start with Gene and Jude’s for two hot dogs with everything, swing by The Fudge Pot for a taffy apple and a turtle, chocolate clusters at Sarah’s Pastries and Candies and steak at Smith and Wollensky. I find time for Gino’s pizza within the next 12 hours.
If you spend 72 hours in a place you’ve never been, talking to people whose language you don’t speak about social, political, and economic complexities you don’t understand, and you come back as the world’s biggest know-it-all, you’re a reporter. Either that or you’re President Obama.
My favorite day was Monday, September the 25th, 2006. New Orleans, Louisiana, site of the Superdome. I watched our people who had suffered so grievously through Hurricane Katrina fill a stadium hours before a game and stay hours after the game.
I cannot shoot for 40-50 hours a week.
Two hours is about as long as any American can wait for the close of a baseball game, or anything else for that matter.
I like the fact you can spend two hours setting up a scene that will only last a couple of seconds. And I like just sitting around and dozing between scenes!
I’ve heard expressions like, ‘Are you good in bed?’ What does that even mean? For me, good in bed means sleeping seven hours. Undisturbed! If I get eight hours, that means I’m amazing!
Fasting is not sustainable or enjoyable, yet we’ve been conditioned to think the only way to burn fat is to cut out all the things we love and spend hours in the gym. How can anyone live like that? Don’t starve yourself; train, then refuel your body.
I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.
I don’t Twitter or blog. I’m bad at small talk, and don’t have good ‘chat’. Talk to me about publishing, and I can go on for hours.
Even when I was on vacation after the Olympia, I was looking for gym to train in. Not only was it 24 hours a day, it was 365 days a year. That may have been a little too extreme, but that is what got me there from that little backstreet gym in England to becoming Mr. Olympia.
You meet new people. We just spent two hours with people we didn’t know before, just talking about the Badgers.
When he was twenty-three or twenty-four my father began to learn German and read philosophy in his spare hours, which did not look as though he were destined to remain long on board ship!
What we do at its very, very best, at its very, very most, will shift us slightly in our seat. If only for two hours, great. If for the rest of our lives, even better.
If you are you, 24 hours a day, then you do not have to remember who you are supposed to be in different situations – something that I imagine could be troublesome.
If the night’s right and the people are right, of course I want to be out, I want to be socializing. I don’t want to be in my studio 24 hours a day for the whole rest of my life.
I drove long distances like the 24 hours of Le Mans for years. But even this racing is now over. I retired.
I’m not out there sweating for three hours every day just to find out what it feels like to sweat.
Without Metallica, I wouldn’t be doing what I am doing. I have every Metallica record, of course, and I would spend hours on drums in my parents’ basement with the stereo behind me, cranking those records and learning Lars’ drum beats, beat by beat.
However dark, however demanding the realities of existence are, artists provide the lift, the light, the ways to make it through. They help us find the joys and delights, the hopes we need for our days and hours. I am grateful for their gifts.
