I often write either really early in the morning, or really late at night.
A 'Friends' shoot night could extend well into the small hours of the morning.
Joe: [gleefully] Rome wasn't burned in a night.
Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night!
Dirk: Yeah, well this is imported Italian nylon.
Jack Horner: The story sucks them in.
Dirk: I'm ready to shoot RIGHT NOW.
I do like my sugar at night, but I try to keep it to a minimum.
What keeps me up at night is poverty and unemployment.
Make gratitude a habit you indulge in each night.
I don't spend sleepless nights over getting very bad reviews.
But that closing night at Carnegie was without a hint of decline.
A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn't sleep on Monday nights.
I don't typically work that late into the night in a studio, I'm more productive during the day.
O my Mansoul, I have lived, I have died, I live, and I will die no more for thee. I live that thou mayest not die. Because I live thou shalt live also; I reconciled thee to my Father by the blood of My cross, and being reconciled thou shalt live thro...
At night I no longer dreamed, nor did I let my imagination work during the day. The once vibrant escapes of watching myself fly through the clouds in bright blue costumes, were now a thing of the past. When I fell asleep, my soul became consumed in a...
The famous courtesan Clarimonde died recently, as the result of an orgy which lasted eight days and eight nights. It was something infernally magnificent. They revived the abominations of the feasts of Belshazzar and Cleopatra. Great God! what an age...
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of...
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's...
I feign knowledge of writing: that I know something about it, that I should have learned something after all these years, that I might know something tomorrow. I read too much and write too little, or write too much and live too little. I have no cla...
On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery--so much life, so much to live for--yet somehow, I'm certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He'd have cried and tur...
