I would never do a role where I'm naked in bed with a chick having sex.
You've made your bed, now go bounce on it.
When I was a boy, I laid in my twin-sized bed and wondered where my brother was.
I love getting out of bed for competition.
Our beds are empty two-thirds of the time. Our living rooms are empty seven-eighths of the time. Our office buildings are empty one-half of the time. It's time we gave this some thought.
When we got married, we knew our honeymoon was going to be public, anyway, so we decided to use it to make a statement. We sat in bed and talked to reporters for seven days. It was hilarious. In effect, we were doing a commercial for peace on the front page of the papers instead of a commercial for war.
It wasn't that I couldn't write. I wrote every day. I actually worked really hard at writing. At my desk by 7 A. M. , would work a full eight and more. Scribbled at the dinner table, in bed, on the toilet, on the No. 6 train, at Shea Stadium. I did everything I could. But none of it worked.
He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac
Winter is beautiful, but bed is better.
Your English style will no doubt put all the other gentlemen to bed. I speak figuratively, of course.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head. ) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head. )
Surely going to bed with a man before marriage was the most courageous act of my life.
I don't clean, I don't make the bed. I spend my salary. I worry a lot. I just don't worry about socks on the floor.
Come up, April, though the valley, In your robes of beauty drest, Come and wake your flowery children From their wintry beds of rest.
I'm damn near 37 years old, and I'm jumping up and down on the bed like my 10-year-old. I was a wild man
Is it a man walking on the beach, winking at the girls and looking for going to bed? Is it someone who wears a lot of gold chains and rings and sits at the bar? Because this is not me! I am very, very Latin, but not so much lover.
Laurels grow in the Bay of Biscay, I hope a bed of them may be found in the Mediterranean.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
If things are going well, if the writing's coming along, I jump out of bed happy. And if the previous day has been bad, I get out of bed disgruntled.
Sometimes the body gets out of bed an hour before the brain.