Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.
I sleep with my gun on my bedside table. I live alone; it is my protection and makes me feel safer.
I'm not lonely, and I think that has a lot to do with what's on my bedside table rather than what's in my bed.
When you know you are dying, self-deceptions fly from your bedside like embers off a bonfire.
This is all very fine, but it won't do-Anatomy-botany-Nonsense! Sir, I know an old woman in Covent Garden, who understands botany better, and as for anatomy, my butcher can dissect a joint full as well; no, young man, all that is stuff; you must go to the bedside, it is there alone you can learn disease! Comment to Hans Sloane on Robert Boyle's letter of introduction describing Sloane as a 'ripe scholar, a good botanist, a skilful anatomist'.
You need a good bedside manner with doctors or you will get nowhere.
When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside: "Am I dying or is this my birthday?"
After all, at end of the day, when you're breathing your last, it's not your producer, director, or cast mates by your bedside; it's your children. Keep that in mind.
I like having surprises in the morning for each other on the bedside table, so when you wake up you have something immediately. Just like a little teaser. Then I think it's nice to stay in bed all morning. It's simple.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bedside table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 A. M.
But I know somebody who has a bedside urinal. How do I compete with that?
Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.
