I’ll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.

Be honest with yourself; set the alarm for the time the Real You will get up, not the Ambitious You, because the Ambitious You doesn’t really exist.

I have a beard of fog that I wear on misty mornings. It’s not cigarette smoke, but I’d understand if you wanted to shave it off and inhale it.

It feels like the mornings clap their hands.To make me wake.

I shaved off a few seconds from my morning routine by not shaving off my facial hair. I’m growing a handlebar mustache for charity—and for something to hang on to while I ride my unicycle.

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o’clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

…if it weren’t for you, mornings wouldn’t be so comforting – slippers wouldn’t scrape through the rooms of my heart…

Joyful morning, good morning, good day.

I wish I got a lie-in on Saturday mornings but I never do.

Morning is an important time of day, because how you spend your morning can often tell you what kind of day you are going to have. For instance, if you wake up to the sound...

Never. Touch. My. Coffee.”, my voice sounded colder than meant.

I left the warehouse at 8.00am. I don’t believe in 8.00am. It exists, though. 8.00am is incontrovertible evidence that evil dwells in the world.

I once met a woman who’d been in therapy… and it seemed like the big thing she’d learned was to ignore everything she thought in the first hour of the day. That’s when the negative...

The alarm in the morning? Well, I have an old tape of Carlo Maria Giulini conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in a perfectly transcendent version in Shubert’s seventh symphony. And I’ve rigged it up so...

Today I am amused, and I haven’t seen anyone yet.

Coffee makes us severe, and grave and philosophical.

I hate early mornings.But I love waking up with you.

Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don’t do them anymore.

You called me at four thirty-four….I hate four thirty-four. I think four thirty-four should be banned and replaced with something more reasonable, like, say, nine twelve.

All night my heart makes its wayhowever it can over the rough groundof uncertainties, but only until nightmeets and then is overwhelmed bymorning, the light deepening, thewind easing and just waiting, as Itoo wait (and...

Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don’t do them anymore.” Eve

When reality and your dreams collide, typically it’s just your alarm clock going off.

Mornings are like almost clean slates. I say almost clean because the residue of yesterdays is sometimes stuck on them.