- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm. . . A poetic gladiator.
People are inexterminable - like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices - that's us.
I was with a friend of mine recently who was dying and while he was lying there with his family around his bed, I just knew that was it, that was the best you can hope for in life - to have your family and the people who love you around you at the end.
Before checking that last email before you go to bed, say to yourself, No, I am important. This is important. My body is more important.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.
It was bad on Linda. She had to deal with this guy who didn't want to get out of bed and, if he did, wanted to go back to bed pretty soon after. He wanted to drink earlier and earlier each day and didn't really see the point in shaving. I was generally pretty morbid.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
But don't try to find an untroublesome woman. She will dull out on you. What makes a woman good in bed makes it impossible for her to live alone.
Immanuel Kant lived with knowledge as with his lawfully wedded wife, slept with it in the same intellectual bed for forty years and begot an entire German race of philosophical systems.
The Pain-Free Shopping Method: Buy a present for you, then a present for a friend. Then another present for you. Then a present for a friend. Then two presents for you. Then a present for a friend. Then go home, get into bed, and pull up the covers.
I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.
I woke up last night and thought: 'I must call somebody in my next novel Casablanca. ' It's such a great name. I don't want to call anybody Fred or Jane or Susan, so when three people get into bed together, you don't know who they are.
My kid gets me out of bed in the morning.
You have to do something when you're lying in bed. So you play with your mind.
I don't like waking up. I feel like staying in bed usually, but I can't because I've got two kids standing next to my bed, just eager to live another day.
I don't think anything ever "needs" to happen. I don't think it's more positive to have a Twitter account, a Tumblr, and a blog. Someone without those things will use their time to do other things, like read books or swim or talk to their children or read websites or listen to music or write books or lie in bed or sit in a chair. I don't think any of these things are more positive than any other things.
Physically I'm tired at the end of the day and quite glad to be reading in bed by midnight
I tape my list of goals, both large and small, above my bed so I can see them when I wake up. This holds me accountable.
I have two kids who were like me, we get out of bed feeling good, and the other two would sit at the breakfast table and grumble. I think it's born into us. I usually wake up feeling pretty good. Looking forward to the day.
I love books where you can't get out of bed. You want to consume them in one sitting, devour them. Those are my favorites, where you've almost abandoned your life for them. That doesn't happen every time, but those are the best.