This is the pain pacemaker. I've got a battery under my skin. From that battery are two electrodes that go into the spine where they cut bone away to accommodate it. Now I put on the power here. If I have the pain the stimulator starts. It's tingling like when your foot falls asleep you know?

I believe in a higher power and I believe in good and bad right and wrong. You sleep in the bed you make.

When children are very young you read them books that are positive to help them go to sleep. But there comes a moment when they begin to understand the difficulties of the world. They know there are problems and the books they read should reflect that not gloss over them.

I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.

When I was younger I felt it was my duty to wake people up. I thought poetry was asleep. I thought rock 'n' roll was asleep.

A poet's work is to name the unnameable to point at frauds to take sides start arguments shape the world and stop it going to sleep.

Cats have it all - admiration an endless sleep and company only when they want it.

You find that you have peace of mind and can enjoy yourself get more sleep and rest when you know that it was a one hundred percent effort that you gave - win or lose.

We want to take good tidings home to our people that they may sleep in peace.

True enough nature has endowed me with a fair measure of patience and composure yet I should be lying if I told you that having seen the reporter off on his way to make his deadline I fell peacefully asleep.

Always kiss your children goodnight even if they're already asleep.

I don't like to watch my own movies - I fall asleep in my own movies.

I remember being a kid and sleeping over at my friend's house and staying up late and watching 'Nosferatu.' Vampire movies are supposed to be secret and bad. They should be rated R.

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low half sleeping and half listening.

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.

I hated high school. Ugh. I couldn't wait until it was over so I could sleep in. In college I made sure all my classes were in the afternoon. I hated getting up in the morning.

Directing is: you're overwhelmed the whole time. Your mind never stops. If you care about it. You wake up in the morning and you begin thinking about it and then you go to sleep at night and you're still thinking about it.

Holiday? Is like what? I'm a hyperactive girl so it may be boring for me to be on the beach doing nothing. I just need to find a place for three weeks and work but sleep in the morning maybe write a little bit have a glass of red wine. That's my perfect holiday.

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?

It wasn't always easy getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning to go to the rink. Sometimes I wanted to just go back to sleep.

There would be nights when I would wake up and couldn't get back to sleep. So I would go downstairs and write. The staff had a pool going on how many pages of typing I would bring in here in the morning.

I was getting to bed about 10 P.M. so wound up and not getting to sleep by 11 and because I was putting the prosthetics on for five hours I had to be up at 3 in the morning.

I've found myself at one in the morning just sitting at my desk spending an hour returning emails from the day until like two in the morning. It's ridiculous I should be sleeping or dreaming or reading a novel.

I was so obsessed by this problem that I was thinking about it all the time - when I woke up in the morning when I went to sleep at night - and that went on for eight years.