When I get the morning report on security I call those battalions in the regions where there are problems.

The reasons why I left were to do with my interest in Buddhism. There were experiences over a period of about six months which caused me to decide to give up music so one morning I felt I had to go to E.G. Management and tell them.

Four hours of makeup and then an hour to take it off. It's tiring. I go in I get picked up at two-thirty in the morning I get there at three. I wait four hours go through it ready to work at seven work all day long for twelve hours and get it taken off for an hours go home and go to sleep and do the same thing again.

If there was no Black Sabbath I could still possibly be a morning newspaper delivery boy. No fun.

Put Mickelson and Toms out there. You know they had the morning off. They rested. Knowing them and the competitors that they are they are probably a little angry that they weren't out there in the morning.

Some of those more out-there jokes were written in the wee hours of the morning. Somehow they remained funny the next day.

Well you know what? The actor still gets up in the morning if he's still got something to work with you go out there and you do it. Never quit!

I doing casual labor by the day. They wouldn't pay you until the next morning. There was a bar that would cash your check if you bought a beer first. A lot of guys never left until they'd drunk up all their money.

The plane took off at 8:10 in the morning - or that's when it was scheduled to take off. And that's when I believe it took off. I had been in my office at the Department of Justice. Someone told me that there had been the two strikes that occurred at the World Trade Center.

We usually never got out of there before four or five o'clock in the morning. Every morning. So it was rough.

There we times when everybody in the house has the flu. You're cleaning up vomit and it's 2 in the morning and you're wishing there was somebody else there to help you.

There's nothing like coming home here having the day off or morning off and going surfing. In Orlando I don't know what I would do.

Ice skating is very difficult. It takes a lot of discipline and a lot of hard work. It's fun but you are there on the ice every morning freezing and trying to do these moves and these tricks.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I'm a painter who paints day in day out from morning till evening - figure pictures and landscapes more rarely portraits.

It really depends but generally speaking just because of the mechanics of it voice-over is easier because there is no hair no makeup no wardrobe no fittings no line memorizing. You don't have to me woken up in Russia at 6 in the morning and go film a scene. It's just easier on the body the family life to do voice-overs.

This morning in the Washington Post there was a statistic about how 85% of Americans are Christians.

I actually think the whole concept of retirement is a bit stupid so yes I do want to do something else. There is this strange thing that just because chronologically on a Friday night you have reached a certain age... with all that experience how can it be that on a Monday morning you are useless?

My joking answer to this question is that I leave a bowl of milk out on the back porch every night for the Idea Fairy. In the morning the milk is gone and there's a brand-new shiny idea by the bowl.

To this day I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts.

And at ten or whatever time in the morning we had the press conference what we knew is there had been an incident at Three Mile Island that it was shut down that there was water that had escaped but it was contained.

What I had said in the morning was that this is what we know has happened but there has been no significant off-site release. Only to find out moments later that in fact there had been an off-site release. I still haven't gotten over that.

The first one obviously was walking into my office at eight o'clock in the morning on Wednesday and being told there was a telephone call saying that there was an incident at Three Mile Island and that it had shut down and that beyond that we didn't know.

Among the New Hollanders whom we were thus engaged with there was one who by his appearance and carriage as well in the morning as this afternoon seemed to be the chief of them and a kind of prince or captain among them.

I was half asleep lying there writing this lyric in my head at about 3:30 in the morning. I woke Steve up with this idea and then we went into the living room where there was a little upright piano and finished the song. I wonder where that piano is now?