Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Why me?", then a voice answers "Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.
I remember when people actually wore coats and ties to theatre every night. They don't anymore. It's very different.
It's nice to stay up nights worrying about the material, and not about the investors who gave you $10 million to do your musical.
When you paint late at night, drinking beer or wine or both, you gotta be very careful to watch what you are doing...
When children are hungry, sleepy from a night spent fighting untreated asthma, or hobbled by symptoms of undiagnosed illnesses, they are less likely to do well in school.
I go to bed at night worrying that I didn't do enough that day to make sure I protect the American people.
All bad things are exaggerated in the middle of the night. When you lie awake, you only think of bad things.
I worked from 10 p.m. until 1 a.m. every night for a year to write the first 'Chicken Soup for the Soul' book.
Love is still alive in my heart. Dreams are still alive at the dead of night. Hopes are still dancing in my mind.
I have been to Graceland a hundred times. Every kid in middle Tennessee has this night where it hits midnight, and they are like, 'Let's go to Graceland!' It's a rite of passage. I did it.
But I'm not the girl who changes into flats because my feet are tired at the end of the night. I go the distance. I go all the way.
Because when the night gets here, I’ll be the youngest I’ll ever be again, so I will laugh and celebrate relative youth.
Television won't be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night.
Let me not mar that perfect dream By an auroral stain, But so adjust my daily night That it will come again.
Beware the knowledge thou seek, for knowledge though oft light, can sow the seeds of night and reap from the darkness that ensues" - 1654
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
Words become sentences, twisted, difficult/The story weaves itself, always noisiest at night/As herds of words won't stop. . . " Wildebeest of Words/Breathe In
The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.
