I was up late last night yapping about the elections on CNN and up early this morning doing the same thing in my daughter's kindergarten class.
The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
When Thomas Edison worked late into the night on the electric light, he had to do it by gas lamp or candle. I'm sure it made the work seem that much more urgent.
But, as we've seen over the last several months, the people in this country are very dissatisfied with the direction that this administration is taking this country. And what we heard last night was absolutely the ignoring of that fact. It was: We're going to continue with this agenda. In fact, we're going to double down on healthcare.
The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.
The fact that Eddie Vedder likes to play 3 hour plus shows a night, I have to be ready for that.
I've talked to some drummers who seem to have a very hard time staying in shape on the road, including some drummers touring with high-profile acts that don't have to live on fast food every night.
Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked - and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room - my daughter! O my daughter!
One night I went over to get some dope from some Hollywood tough guy. After I left, my son Scott, who was only fifteen, went over with a baseball bat to kill him. I was laughing out of one eye and crying out of the other. I thought, Who am I kidding?
You're the only one who's closing your eyes at night. There's no one else who can do it for you.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
I mean, we are facing so many very, very important issues and those are the issues that you heard talked about last night from the Republican convention, and that you'll hear my husband talk about. And those are the really important issues facing our country right now.
Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.