I am so blessed. I've been way over-blessed. At 64 years old, I look forward to going to bed every night so I can wake up in the morning and see what blessing is going to come my way that day. Because you never, ever know what God's got in store for you.

Above all, this country is our own. Nobody has to get up in the morning and worry what his neighbors think of him. Being a Jew is no problem here.

I always do an all-night horror marathon on Saturdays where we start at seven and go until five in the morning.

Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know I don't think its fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it's probably because you need the sleep.

You wake up in the morning and you look at your old spoon, and you say to yourself, 'Mick, it's time to get yourself a new spoon.' And you do.

I, of course, meditate for two hours every morning. It's part of my schedule I wake up at 4 a.m. every day and I love it.

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.

I love being. There's so much wisdom in it. You wake up in the morning and you think, Hey, isn't it great just being?

I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning.