On Saturday afternoons, there was a film, of course, and then we did about four shows between the films. And I would do a tap dance, a little military tap.
To live is to watch the sun rise on an Autumn morning. To survive is to see the sun burn in the Summer afternoon. And to die is to watch the sun fall on a cold Winter night.
My weekends start at about 4 P.M. on Friday afternoon, when I let go of work and leave my colleagues to crawl through the rest of the day in our New York offices.
I don't care what hours you work. I don't care if you sleep late or if you pick a child up from school in the afternoon. It's all about your output.
I used to work very long hours. Then I started to realize that the stuff that I was writing in the late afternoons, I was generally throwing out. So I quit earlier than I used to.
What time is it?” “One o'clock.” I nearly spit out some soda. “In the afternoon?” “No. In the morning. Don't let that damn sunlight fool you. It lies.
Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.
This particular book felt familiar, like an old friend. The characters drew me into their world, and I blocked out mine for the rest of the afternoon.
Walking and talking - that seemed a very odd way of spending an afternoon.
Although I managed my schedule to be home by late afternoon most days, basically, Roselle raised our children alone. And so I missed out on a lot of wonderful moments, missed watching my kids grow into the wonderful people they are today.
Maybe late afternoon is autumn; summer’s retreat not being archived, but suspended, as the feathered vane of a bird wings its way across the avenue.
In the afternoon the digestion of the meal deprives me of the incomparable lightness which characterizes the fast days.
The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.
Write in the morning, revise in the afternoon, read at night, and spend the rest of your time exercising your diplomacy, stealth, and charm.
We have a hostage to pay ransom for in the morning so we can use him as ransom when we meet other kidnappers in the afternoon.
Like animals we call to each other," was the thought that came to him as he remembered the hour of love in the afternoon.
But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.
When it rains like that, dark in the afternoon, you feel like you've been taken into the past.
I make love like my afternoon shadow is long. I'll bring the foreplay, if you bring the guacamole. (Yes, I know there is a 99-cent upcharge.)
It’s 4:00 in the afternoon and I’m just now putting on clothes. The life of a writer is as free as the pizza I just had delivered is not.
