Every morning I wake up and thank God that I don't believe in him.
The lot of the bride to be wed before bed desired until rotten. The lot of the author to be read before bed admired then forgotten.
From flophouse bed To poorhouse bread, all outhouse sorrow: I thee wed.
I wake up wondering if I know we're near mountains because of memory or because of something in the air.
I've gone to a tanning bed.
I take my kids to a farmers' market each Sunday to buy organic produce.
When 'Hung' got canceled, I was available for pilot season, and 'Arrow' was the first thing I auditioned for. It wasn't the first script that came to me, but it was my first audition.
Perfect, just what I need this morning, another episode in battle of the wits.
It's not a competition, it's a doorway.
It's a five pots of liquid sleep kind of morning.
I bruise like a grape.
Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.
'Misty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.
Oatmeal is a cheap and healthy breakfast.
I need coffee to deal with this, and I’m not getting decaf. (From Offline)
As a kid, I got three meals a day. Oatmeal, miss-a-meal and no meal.
In waking a tiger, use a long stick.
The early bird gets the worm. The early worm... gets eaten.
If I have a gig in the evening, I get 'the doom' at about 5 P.M., when I think I'm getting flu.
The successes and failures of yesterday are gone, today is a new day.
Sunday afternoon is for papers and writing.
