Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.
I go through about two Fender mediums a night because I don’t pick straight down; it’s sort of sideways, and it shaves them off.
Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
We can see cities during the day and at night, and we can watch rivers dump sediment into the ocean, and see hurricanes form.
Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body’s final fall, nor the barrels of death’s rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.
Talking from morning to night about sex has helped my skiing, because I talk about movement, about looking good, about taking risks.
I spent every night until four in the morning on my dissertation, until I came to the point when I could not write another word, not even the next letter. I went to bed. Eight o’clock the next morning I was up writing again.
Playing live, you can’t survive, certainly not in England. We used to work daytime jobs and play gigs at night. It was very exhausting.
Making sleep happen is a must – anytime, anywhere, from a plane to a train to an automobile. Ideally, I like to get eight to ten hours a night, though I’ll take it broken up in two segments if I have to.
I think people want very much to simplify their lives enough so that they can control the things that make it possible to sleep at night.
I recently took up ice sculpting. Last night I made an ice cube. This morning I made 12, I was prolific.
I have no trouble with y enemies. But my god damn friends… they are the ones that keep me walking the floors at night.
It’s like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour – let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.
I was working at this club in downtown L.A. from four to eight at night, just Eddie Rubin, the drummer, and I.
I literally have meetings at eight o’clock in the morning, and I finish at nine o’clock at night. It sounds pathetic, but I don’t even have time to go shopping.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don’t think about it is when I’m playing it.
I went to night school and summer school, I made that whole year up and I actually graduated on time. Also, I got a part-time job at the radio station.
Directing is: you’re overwhelmed the whole time. Your mind never stops. If you care about it. You wake up in the morning and you begin thinking about it and then you go to sleep at night and you’re still thinking about it.
Some people come to our shows and think they’re gonna spend the night just listening to love songs, and they’re pretty much surprised cause we do a lot of rock and roll.
On the stage, you alone hold the key, and on the night you have to trust that the director has inspired you enough to take the material and run with it.
With Romeo and Juliet, you’re talking about two people who meet one night, and get married the same night. I believe in love at first sight-but it hasn’t happened to me yet.
I’ve been drinking tequila for a long time now, and it’s never been about drinking to get drunk. I don’t do that. I never drink tequila during the day, and I don’t drive at night.
Willie Mays was the best ever. When I was in college I once made a catch like the one Mays made over his head. Sometimes when I’m lying in bed at night I think about it. It still makes me warm.
And a friend of mine in the Christys, we used to sit up at night and talk and read and wonder if reincarnation, and if it wasn’t reality, what would happen to the human spirit when the body dies? Is there an afterlife? Just questions like that.
In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.
Pinocchio, spurred on by the hope of finding his father and of being in time to save him, swam all night long.
With me, nothing goes right. My psychiatrist said my wife and I should have sex every night. Now, we’ll never see each other!
I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.
I did it at night because I loved it. I never did it to make money, as a job. I just did it because I had to.
But I’m also talented and I know when I created something great and Perfect Night is something great, no doubt, no but.
Ronald Reagan gave our party a bowling alley image as opposed to a country club image. We were talking to people who go bowling on Thursday night, and they were understanding what we were saying.
Mick Jagger and I just really liked each other a lot. We talked all night. We had the same views on nuclear disarmament.
He would use amphetamines to stay awake because he would have late night maneuvers that would go way into the early morning hours and he was given pills to stay up for the long hours.
Now a movie goes out to two, three thousand theaters and by Friday night at 10 o’clock they know if you are in or out. That desperate competition is, I think, horrendous. It’s awful.