If we were to wake up some morning and find that everyone was the same race, creed and color, we would find some other causes for prejudice by noon.
Category: morning
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?
We know that a man can read Goethe or Rilke in the evening, that he can play Bach and Schubert, and go to his day’s work at Auschwitz in the morning.
I didn’t wake up one morning and not be in the Replacements. We’re all that forever, and I’ve just grown older. I mean, I haven’t lost anything. I’ve gained a few things.
I don’t want to be in my car all day. I love getting up in the morning in Venice and walking my dogs down to the cafe to get my tea, and then perhaps going to a bookstore and sitting and reading, then walking to the beach.
I don’t know why you call it morning sickness, because I was sick all day and night!
It’s a miserable life in Hollywood. You’re up at five or six o’clock in the morning to be ready to start shooting at nine.
I went to Morocco, joined a band called Pegasus, ran out of money, went to Gibraltar and worked on the docks, writing songs about the sun and the morning and the birds.
Some of those more out-there jokes were written in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow, they remained funny the next day.
Tomorrow morning before we depart, I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood.