There is a one woman in China that claimed she paid $50 to get my e-mail address. It was pretty shocking. I got one this morning from Scotland. A girl’s requesting a signed photo of me.
I’m not really a morning person.
I used to work in a hotel kitchen at night and do theatre in the morning. After finishing my night shift – I did it for two years – I used to come back and sleep for five hours and then do theatre from 2-7 P.M. and then again hotel work from 11-7 in the morning.
There’s nothing better on Christmas morning than waking up to the smell of breakfast!
Prince used to call me up 3am in the morning and invite me to hear some of his new songs.
That was my childhood. I grew up with the monks, studying Sanskrit and meditating for hours in the morning and hours in the evening, and going once a day to beg for food.
I saw how many people were poor and how many kids my age went to school hungry in the morning, which I don’t think most of my contemporaries in racially segregated schools in the South thought very much about at the time.
My grandmother would start making her meat sauce at 7 in the morning on Sunday, and within five or six hours, that smell would be all through the house.
When I wake up in the morning, I like to refresh myself and put some tonic on – one with vitamin C – and then an oxygen cream with vitamins A, C, and E. That’s very important to me so that my skin will stay moisturized throughout the day.
My favourite thing is to do crossword puzzles. I do the ‘New York Times’ one every morning. Then I go to the barn to see my horse.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
I’m not a morning person: I can’t function until I’ve had a coffee – or several.
When you awaken some morning and hear that somebody or other has been discovered, you can put it down as a fact that he discovered himself years ago – since that time he has been toiling, working, and striving to make himself worthy of general discovery.
I woke up this morning, and I still don’t believe I won the Daytona 500.
I do believe at the end of the night when you’re with your family, the character gets hung up on the door like a coat, and is there to be taken on the next morning.
I am putting every effort toward creating my works from morning till night on every single day.
How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.
I always live in the present. Every night, my mother asks me what I want for breakfast the next morning, and I say that I can only tell her that when I wake up the next day.
As goofy as it sounds, I try to sing in the morning. It’s hard both to sing and to maintain a grouchy mood, and it sets a happy tone for everyone – particularly in my case, because I’m tone deaf, and my audience finds my singing a source of great hilarity.
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.
I am a New Yorker, and 7:00 A.M. is a civilized hour to finish the day, not to start it.
That’s the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they’d be like, ‘Yeah, big deal. I’d eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you’re pulling down.’
If you ask me what I worry about every morning when I wake up, it’s that I don’t understand future mainstream Internet users’ habits.
We are shallow because our media are so horribly shallow. Every morning, I peruse the papers, and there is so little to read in them. It is the same with radio – all that noise, that artifice.
I write every morning. From about a quarter to nine to a quarter to one. It might be nine to one, or 8:30 to 12:30.
Imagine you wake up one morning with a knock at the door, and when you answer, there’s Denzel Washington announcing that he’s going to be filming on your street for several weeks.
Each of our children during their high school years went to ‘early morning seminary’ – scripture study classes that met in the home of a church member every school day morning from 6:30 until 7:15.
I started in local news in South Carolina, so viewers there supported me. We had a morning show that we put to No. 1, and then I moved to San Antonio, Texas, and we became the No. 1 morning show there, too.
I’m usually listening to Sirius Satellite in the morning. ‘The Heat’ usually plays good music.
For writing, I get up early in the morning – 5 o’clock, 4:30. I’m a morning person… So I try to do it while people are asleep. The mornings are the nicest.
You get up about 2-3 o’clock in the morning and get through about 7 or 8 and 12 hours later you start all over. That’s the worst kind of work a person can do. You have to do these two shifts to get one day.
I was taught that to create anything you had to believe in failure, simply because you had to be prepared to go through an idea without any fear. Failure, you learned, as I did in art school, to be a wonderful thing. It allowed you to get up in the morning and take the pillow off your head.
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love’s the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning.
It is a good morning exercise for a research scientist to discard a pet hypothesis every day before breakfast. It keeps him young.
I know we have to have people of good conscience who stand up against oppression. I know we have to have people who understand that social justice belongs to us all. And that wakes me up every morning, and that makes me fight even harder.
This morning’s scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.
I was an overweight kid, and my father struggled with his weight, too. We would go for a ride on his motorcycle on Sunday morning to get doughnuts, to make pizza together, or go get ice cream. I quickly learned that food equalled love and attention.
I love perfumes. Every morning when my girlfriend and I come down to the courtyard in our block of flats we’re assailed by the most delicious scent – jasmine round a doorway. It almost makes me swoon.
I just enjoy life now. I just enjoy every morning I get to wake up.
We don’t watch the film anymore because we’ve seen it so many times, so we’ll introduce it, walk out and we’ll come back in right about when I wake up in the morning and walk over to the shop and everything’s changed.
Suddenly a single shot on the extreme left rang out on the clear morning air, followed quickly by several others, and the whole line pushed rapidly forward through the brush.
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.
Everything is better when you’re floating. Every task you do is fun. You get up in the morning, get coffee, look around, and think, ‘Wow, I’m floating!’
Basically, I start my morning off with a Bustelo coffee made in a mocha pot – the Bialetti. I warm some milk on the side, on my stove, and I add one teaspoon or half a teaspoon of real sugar. I have two of these every morning. Even when I was pregnant.
Homer is new this morning, and perhaps nothing is as old as today’s newspaper.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.
You know, I looked at my face in the mirror this morning, and I like being old. My face has more content and when I train in the gym now, I am not training to be strong or handsome – just better than I was yesterday. These days the race is just against myself.
In the morning on Sunday, a drum is sounded at about 8 o’clock.
I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.
I have asked myself once or twice lately what was my natural bent. I have no doubt at all: It is to look at each day for the evil of that day and have a go at it, and that is why I have never failed to have an acute interest in each morning’s letters.
I am a dichotomy of tastes. I’m big on water, and I do a protein drink in the morning, but then I eat off the kids’ menu after that. So, there’s only like six foods I like. I like quesadillas. I like hamburgers. I like sushi. I like pizza, PB&J, or breakfast any time of the day.
I have come to understand and appreciate writers much more recently since I started working on a book last fall. Before that, I thought golf writers got up every morning, played a round of golf, had lunch, showed up for our last three holes and then went to dinner.
‘CBS Sunday Morning’ goes by its own pulse, a far cry from the fast-paced, Trump-obsessed cable news world. It’s quality. It’s often uplifting, even the hard topics it looks at.
A good idea will keep you awake during the morning, but a great idea will keep you awake during the night.
It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.
