I don’t like staying in hotels. I like to be in my own bed. San Diego as a city is really awesome. The only hard part of it for me is that I’m away from my family and my house. But as far as shooting down there, we get amazing locations, and the crew is really, really stellar down there. They are really fun.
If I listened to my critics, I would still be at home under my bed right now.
It’s just so lovely to be at home and in my own bed surrounded by people I’m so close to. I really appreciate the time I have at home. The support from all my family has just been so overwhelming.
I am really chained to my computer these days so I work in my bedroom, which is a room I have worked in for years and years. It is just as much an office as a bedroom, and during the day, my bed is rather like an extension of my desk.
Training is full-on. Some days I really don’t want to get out of bed and hit that track again. Sunday and Monday morning sessions are always horrible. But who really looks forward to going to work on a Monday morning?
On a normal day, I crawl out of bed before 8 A.M., have a protein shake, chuck my gym kit on, and go for a class or personal-training session. When I’m back, I’ll have poached eggs with salmon or spinach for breakfast before my stylists arrive to do my hair – which takes ages. I then go wherever I am needed.
Don’t take tomorrow to bed with you.
While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.
What Kirk wanted every evening was to go to bed with a beautiful woman. Our captain now is a man of infinitely more skill. A better man.
I’ve learned from my pets that it’s okay to sit around, and people don’t love you any less if you sit around all the time. In fact they might love you more, ‘cos they always know where you’re always going to be: you’re always going to be laying in bed.
I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!
Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.
Everything in my house has had to be specially adapted, from the height of the bed to the positioning of doorknobs. Even my Rolls Royce had special stacked pedals and an extra-low steering wheel.
My mother painted and wrote. She always had a painting in progress on an easel in the kitchen, so our house always smelled like oil paint. At night, she wrote after she’d put my sisters and me to bed, and the sound of her typing was our lullaby.
A beautiful soap left in the guest bathroom, some fresh flowers by the bed, or a small gift of chocolates in their room will make anyone feel welcome.
The only music we ever listened to out in the piney woods was Roy Acuff and the Grand Ole Opry. That was the only night of the week I was allowed to lay in the middle of the bed with Mama and Daddy, just long enough to hear Roy Acuff sing; then I had to go back to bed.
Depending upon my activities, I sleep between five and ten hours every night. I sleep in an extra-wide single bed, and I use only one heavy down comforter over me, summer or winter. I have never been able to wear pajamas or creepy nightgowns; they disturb my sleep.
I even smoke in bed. Imagine smoking a cigar in bed, reading a book. Next to your bed, there’s a cigar table with a special cigar ashtray, and your wife is reading a book on how to save the environment.
Monday is great if I can spend it in bed. I’m a man of simple pleasures, really.
I found the iPad to be too large and heavy to use comfortably in casual situations (like reading in bed, for example), and too limited to use as a replacement for my laptop. By comparison, the Nexus 7 is just the right size for use anywhere – it’s very similar in size to my daughter’s Kindle Fire, but lighter.
I check my phone first thing when I wake up in the morning. I usually take it up with me to bed so it’s on the floor next to the bed, although not actually in bed with me, because I really do not want to be the person who sleeps with their phone.
Before I go to bed at night, I ice my face, because it closes your pores and makes a difference in the morning.
I had the most expensive haircut you can get, and I was walking around with my hair in rollers backstage, and my hair still came out looking like I was shot out of a cannon and I had just gotten out of bed.
I’m not very good at going to sleep, and that’s probably my worst problem. I don’t need much more than seven and a half hours, but I probably get six. I take all my problems to bed with me and fret. I can’t switch off.
In a crime story, the details become tremendously important – where the staircase was in relation to the bed, for example.
I have a very all-over-the-place lifestyle. The people I know who are married – 90 percent of them have houses and live in the same place and sleep in the same bed every night.
When you grow up poor, you dream of just having a hom, and a bed that’s clean – that’s a sanctuary. Having a really great husband, a child who’s healthy and happy and brings me joy – all of that has been my dream.
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!
Start going to bed earlier! It is a tough adjustment when you have had a summer of staying up late and waking up late.
Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda… and woke up with me.
I wake up at 5 a.m. every day and go to bed early.
My diet is mostly chicken and fish. I make sure I get a lot of vegetables, a lot of fruit. I am a big fruit man, I am a vegetable man anyway. And I also get a lot of rest. That’s the key I may be up early, but I’m in bed early too.
The guerrilla fighters should be required to go to bed and get up at fixed hours. Games that have no social function and that hurt the morale of the troops and the consumption of alcoholic drinks should both be prohibited.
I got briefly mistaken for someone who might be good in bed, which was very, very good.
We have two dogs, Mabel and Wolf, and three cats at home, Charlie, George and Chairman. We have two cats on our farm, Tom and Little Sister, two horses, and two mini horses, Hannah and Tricky. We also have two cows, Holy and Madonna. And those are only the animals we let sleep in our bed.
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.
I haven’t let the gold medal out of my sight; it sleeps next to me in bed.
But for the first time in many years, I get to sleep in my own bed every night. I haven’t done that, literally, in years. It seems like such a small thing, but it is so nice.
I take a grave view of the press. It is the weak slat under the bed of democracy.
When I was young, you went to school, dealt with your friends and drama, went home, did your homework, went to bed, and started over the next day. But that social interaction that happens at school doesn’t end now – it goes until the minute you go to bed and starts again when you wake up.
Every Monday night, there was a scary movie on Spanish TV, so my parents used to send me to bed. I remember lying there, listening to the TV, and imagining the movie in my head. And so probably the scariest movies I ever saw in my life were the ones I imagined.
I like to go to bed early.
‘The Master,’ it was really important to me to go see that in the theater, but that’s a very rare occurrence for me. I typically enjoy things on my laptop. I’m in bed; I can be able to pause them.
On my death bed, I’m not going to say, ‘God I wish I did more movies.’ I’m perfectly happy I was present for the ones I did.
Getting out of bed is like the foundation of the discipline, and I think it carries over into everything else.
When I did ‘Jump Street’, I created that character; it was all me. I walked in and was just me. I could get out of bed and walk on set and be dressed.
I am a lip person. I constantly need a really good lip moisturizer with me. Mine is a Clairin’s moisture replenishing lip balm. I have two of them: I have one I keep next to my bed, so it’s the first and last thing in the morning and evening, and then 10 times a day in my purse.
My mother wasn’t controlling at all. She was a stabilizing force who grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania. Now it’s the big circle game. Taking care of her is a great blessing for me. I’ll tuck her into bed, kiss her on the cheek, wipe up the mess on her blouse from whatever she spilled.
My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.
I love that you can pick up your phone at a hotel and have something to eat in your bed. I love home, but there are amenities at a hotel that you simply don’t have at home.
I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn’t come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.
The 20th century was a test bed for big ideas – fascism, communism, the atomic bomb.
I remember when I was very young, I had a fever – a long rheumatic fever in bed for four months. And in the days, I stayed alone with the maid. I only had my father’s books with me. They were fantasy books about ghosts, and also books by Edgar Allen Poe that made a forever impression on me.
