I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.
I don’t have to wait until the next morning to regret something I did that was kinda dumb.
My mother wrote a teen column for the South China Morning Post in the 1950s when she was growing up in Hong Kong. Her name was Lily Mark, but she sometimes wrote under her confirmation name, Margaret Mark. That was how she met my father.
The next morning we saw nothing of the enemy, though we were still lying to.
Saturday morning, you knew what was cool by what was on ‘Soul Train.’
I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.
I prefer alkaline water. Good for the vocal cords, especially if you take it in the morning.
It was not enough to come and listen to a great sermon or message every Sunday morning and be confined to those four walls and those four corners. You had to get out and do something.
If there was no Black Sabbath, I could still possibly be a morning newspaper delivery boy. No fun.
I watch NY1 every morning and have Pat Kiernan curate my news stories.
My mom was a big ‘Smurfs’ fan, so she would force me to watch every Saturday morning. I had no choice in the matter. I would jump downstairs on Saturday morning, ‘Hurray, cartoons!’ and she would say, ‘Smurfs! That’s what you’re watching.’
People have accused me of being in favor of globalization. This is equivalent to accusing me of being in favor of the sun rising in the morning.
Whether it’s eight o’clock in the morning or eight o’clock at night, I always try to greet others before they have a chance to speak to me.
Life is beautiful, what do you think? In the morning I say, ‘Ah, I am alive still!’ All my friends die already. I am alive. It is fantastic.
I’m afraid of only two things: being lazy and being cowardly. I get up early in the morning and go to work. I love to write.
I say to everybody, love is what wakes you up in the morning, love is what makes you walk, and love is what makes you hope.
This morning’s scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.
The thing that I miss more than anything is doing Saturday morning telly. It was the best, best, best three years.
When I wake up in the morning, I just go.
I think a robot butler would be a great idea for certain things. But the idea of anybody coming into my bedroom and doing stuff for me, besides my wife and I – such as giving you tea in the morning – I just find a bit irksome.
Do I believe in arbitration? I do. But not in arbitration between the lion and the lamb, in which the lamb is in the morning found inside the lion.
On Christmas morning breakfast is always thick slices of ham, thick white toast, butter and pepper – oh and a glass of fizz!
I tweet early in the morning when I wake up or late at night just to let you know that I have a show or what’s on my mind, and that’s it. I hate Snapchat and all of that. It’s making kids so stupid.
Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.
Nobody knows the hard work that goes in the morning before I do anything.
