Early on the next morning we reached Kansas, about five hundred miles from the mouth of the Missouri.

Four men are missing R., Sorel and two emigrants. They set out this morning after buffalo, and have not yet made their appearance whether killed or lost, we cannot tell.

I remember being at school during morning meeting and looking around at everybody, 350 kids, saying a prayer. We're all very young and no one knows what it means, and I remember feeling strange that people were just repeating words that they didn't understand. I refused to participate. For some reason I always rejected it, but respectfully.

People have accused me of being in favor of globalization. This is equivalent to accusing me of being in favor of the sun rising in the morning.

I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.

I would also like to act, once in a while, but not get up every morning at 5:30 or six o'clock and pound into the studio and get home at 7:30 or eight o'clock at night, or act over and over and over every night on Broadway, either.

If you can miss getting up in the morning and running into a wall, I miss playing football. I'll never be a frustrated athlete.

I like everything perfect. Everything has to be neat. My sister is 5, and she's more messy than I am. I make my bed every morning, everything's perfect. My shoes are all arranged. It's sad. I'm a little like Ray, a little bit.

It says something about this new global economy that USA Today now reports every morning on the day's events in Asian markets.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.