Many aspects of the writing life have changed since I published my first book, in the 1960s. It is more corporate, more driven by profits and marketing, and generally less congenial – but my day is the same: get out of bed, procrastinate, sit down at my desk, try to write something.
I prioritize in life. I like to work, I do TV shows, I do a lot of Iron Man training. I enjoy kicking back on a good night and drinking wine until I go to bed, and having fun with my friends. You just have to make time for it and keep it balanced.
Now that my kids are out of the house, I’m finally able to get to the classics I never read: Emily Bronte, Dylan Thomas, Joseph Heller’s ‘Catch-22.’ It’s endless. They’re all in this gigantic pile next to my bed.
I wake up every morning, look in the mirror and ask, ‘Am I a sex symbol?’ Then I go back to bed again. It’s stupid to think that way.
Sleep is the secret of life! I must have a comfortable bed, a room at exactly 60 degrees, and complete darkness like a tomb to sleep. If I don’t get 10 hours, then I’m miserable and I make everyone around me miserable.
My mum used to tell me when I was a kid that I had to go to bed at 7.30 P.M., and when I’d ask why, she’d say, ‘Well, you do get a bit grumpy when you don’t have routines’. Then I realised, when I was a bit older, that’s actually true.
Before I had my child, animals were my life. I slept with four dogs in my bed.
We feel like ‘Lost’ deserved a real resolution, not a ‘snow globe, waking up in bed, it’s all been a dream, cut to black’ kind of ending. We thought that would be kind of a betrayal to an audience that’s been on this journey for six years. We thought that was not the right ending for our show.
Film and television are so piecemeal. You do one scene, and then you put it to bed, and then you do a scene that comes before. In a play, you have to go from beginning to end every night, and that’s harder, but also more fulfilling in a way.
My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made.
If I’m sitting at home playing video games, and I’ve got a couple of minutes to myself before bed, I’m listening to music and putting a couple of playlists together. I’m passionate about music.
I love the big, like, basketball sweats… and I only wear vintage T-shirts to bed, because I like the super-thin ones.
Ah, the power of two. There’s nothing quite like it. Especially when it comes to paying utility bills, parenting, cooking elaborate meals, purchasing a grown-up bed, jumping rope and lifting heavy machinery. The world favours pairs. Who wants to waste the wood building an ark for singletons?
When one gets in bed with government, one must expect the diseases it spreads.
I was seeing everything through pain. I would roll out of bed and do my exercises. I had to do that to work out the remainder of the pain pills. I would drink coffee and go to the set and plunge myself so far into my work.
Your English style will no doubt put all the other gentlemen to bed. I speak figuratively, of course.
I’m that person: I will literally do everything to not get out of bed, so I have alarms set for every 15 minutes.
I’ve stopped acting, but I don’t think I’ve finished using my voice. I could, and probably will, record the whole of Shakespeare’s sonnets. They live at the side of my bed and are my constant companions.
The idea that because you’re born in Haiti you could die having a child. The idea that because you’re born in you know Malawi your children may go to bed hungry. We want to take some of the chance out of that.
Isn’t it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?
Sometimes, an afternoon spent in bed with someone can be the most important thing in the universe.
When Jeff Sachs says every poor person should receive a free bed net, I agree – but in reality, many end up not receiving one. And I don’t live in a world of shoulds.
Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
I started wearing all black around the time I got into Nirvana. I first heard ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ when I was about 12, and I remember jumping on my bed, so excited about it.
I pray every day. In the mornings and, before I go to bed. I think it’s important to pray not just when things are going bad. When things are going bad, it’s easy to pray and ask God to help you out, but it’s also important to pray when things are going well and show your appreciation.
My mother was one of seven girls whose parents went to bed hungry so their children wouldn’t. My father lost his mother when he was nine. He left school and went to work for the next 70 years. They emigrated to America with little more than the hope of a better life.
The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that’s good motivation for getting out of bed joyfully each day.
My dad does tons of voiceovers; he was Duke in ‘G.I. Joe’ and ‘Transformers’ and Handy, Lazy, and Grouchy Smurf, so I grew up with the best bed time stories ever.
I love sleeping in a moving car more than sleeping in bed.
I can’t sleep in an isolated place without pills, earplugs, and both my children in bed with me for fear of scary, feral characters with a hankering for the wilderness.
My dream has always been to suspend myself in space when I write, and lying horizontal in bed is the closest to doing that.
I always go to bed thinking I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
It is not weird for a dad to be doing the dishes, the laundry, and taking the kids to school, and read them stories for bed.
Moby Dick – that book is so amazing. I just realized that it starts with two characters meeting in bed; that’s how my book begins, too, but I hadn’t noticed the parallel before, two characters forced to share a bed, reluctantly.
I have lots of older siblings, and as they started to leave the house, I went from cooking once a week to twice, three times, and so on. After a while, it was just like making the bed.
I pushed myself way too hard during the first year of Veronica Mars and I got moody and run-down. Now I’ll go to bed early instead of going out with friends. It’s not always the most fun option, but I know I need at least eight hours of sleep to feel balanced.
The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that’s good motivation for getting out of bed joyfully each day.
I’m a big fan of gallows humor. When my aunt passed away, she was in a coma for a day before my cousins pulled the plug. And the amount of joking and base humor that went on that day around her bed was so insane. It’s crazy how people talk when something horrible is happening.
I can take hardship. I can sleep on the cold floor anytime. I can also sleep on a feather bed.
I don’t have time for any special skin routines. Many a night I go to bed with the gloppy mascara and all.
Late at night, I train after I put my kids to bed because putting my kids to bed is very important to me. I have three daughters; they are 8, 6, and soon to be 4. So I train after they go to bed.
Theses officers were good friends, so it must have been a terrible argument, because the one who played chess with my father was so angry that he walked over to the dentist’s house and got the dentist out of bed and shot him.
My wife and I make the bed every morning, but it’s a queen size bed today, as opposed to a rack, you know, a small single bed, which I had in basic SEAL training.
Being married means I can break wind and eat ice cream in bed.
As time goes by the memories of sitting on the edge of a bed and reading aloud with your kid are going to be very meaningful in your own mental scrapbook.
I don’t go to a psychiatrist. I don’t go to a gym. I run away from my accountant, I run away from my dentist. They are all supposed to help you, but I like to stay in bed, where I have a chance to reflect, like Rossellini.
Regularity is a key: going to bed at the same time, waking up at the same time no matter what. But I think, also, it’s not just about quantity – that’s what we’ve been discovering. It’s also about quality.
I definitely try and wash my face twice a day, and I never go to bed with my makeup on. I mostly just wash my face and try to not touch my face because that’s when you get pimples.
When I’m lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.
Always wear cute pyjamas to bed, you’ll never know who u will meet in your dreams.
I do most of my shopping over the Internet because as a busy working mum I can do the supermarket shop when the kids have gone to bed.
They’re talking about banning cigarette smoking now in any place that’s used by ten or more people in a week, which, I guess, means that Madonna can’t even smoke in bed.
I was more of the kind of babysitter that liked holding the baby, sort of playing Mom, and then putting the baby to bed and watching TV while eating everything in their kitchen.
Every fight day, I just stay in my room the entire day, and I just stay in bed. I sleep as late as I can, which usually isn’t very late; I’m kind of an early riser. But I try to just stay there in bed. I don’t usually eat the day of the fight. I don’t eat until after the fight.
Being a mother is a little like ‘Groundhog’s Day.’ It’s getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again and again and yet again – and it’s watching it all get undone again and again and yet again. It’s humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.
