How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

My mother had morning sickness after I was born.

Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power - a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

After all those years as a woman hearing 'not thin enough not pretty enough not smart enough not this enough not that enough ' almost overnight I woke up one morning and thought 'I'm enough.'

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning day after day.

First and foremost I am a drummer. After that I'm other things... But I didn't play drums to make money.

What we get from this adventure is just sheer joy. And joy is after all the end of life. We do not live to eat and make money.

False opinions are like false money struck first of all by guilty men and thereafter circulated by honest people who perpetuate the crime without knowing what they are doing.