I want to wake up every day and do whatever comes in my mind, and not feel pressure or obligations to do anything else in my life.
I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning, and wander through the city with your hand in mine.
To wake in that desert dawn was like waking in the heart of an opal. . . . See the desert on a fine morning and die - if you can!
While I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.
Hopefully, most days, you're like, "This is sweet. I wake up and do the things that I do and I'm usually smiling. " That's how my dad is with his job.
Great books are readable anyway. Dickens is readable. Jane Austen is readable. John Updike's readable. Hawthorne's readable. It's a meaningless term. You have to go the very extremes of literature, like Joyce's "Finnegan's Wake," before you get a literary work that literally unreadable.
If I have any regrets, I could say that I'm sorry I wasn't a better writer or a better singer. . . When I was younger, I felt it was my duty to wake people up. I thought poetry was asleep. I thought rock 'n' roll was asleep. . . An artist may have burdens the ordinary citizen doesn't know, but the ordinary citizen has burdens that many artists never even touch.
Robert De Niro inspires me as a young actor; even at that age and even with that success you have to come to work fully prepared and ready to dive into it, it doesn't matter how far in your career you are. And that's what he did. It was a real wake up call for me because I know actors who let success get to their head and then it affects their work.
Is it normal to wake up in the morning in a sweat because you can't wait to beat another human's guts out?
The whole world is drunk and we're just the cocktail of the moment. Someday soon, the world will wake up, down two aspirin with a glass of tomato juice, and wonder what the hell all the fuss was about.
Of course, let us have peace, we cry, "but at the same time let us have normalcy, let us lose nothing, let our lives stand intact, let us know neither prison nor ill repute nor disruption of ties. . . " There is no peace because there are no peacemakers. There are no makers of peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison, and death in its wake.
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
I like cinnamon rolls, but I don't always have time to make a pan. That's why I wish they would sell cinnamon roll incense. After all I'd rather light a stick and have my roommate wake up with false hopes.