I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.

For us political activists and candidates the morning after any election is a mix of emotions - the personal and the immediate the culmination of your own recent campaigning efforts and the fortunes of your party and the success or otherwise of what you stand for and believe in.

For me the greatest revenge of all is having a happy adulthood waking up in my gorgeous turquoise bedroom in the morning beside a person who really inspires me. That's the best revenge a girl-loving girl from the Bible belt could possibly have. And importantly it's healthy.

I mean if you have to wake up in the morning to be validated by the editorial page of the New York Times you got a pretty sorry existence.

I worked at Salon.com way back when they started and there's just unmeasurable value to distributing words online too but I still get my news from the newspaper in the morning.

When you walk out of your house in the morning you don't know what you're going to see.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning a sitting on the throne at noon a pageant in the evening.

When I go out clubbing I can dance 'til three o'clock in the morning with just a water bottle in my hand. I love dancing to anything with a good beat really. My favorite song to dance to at the moment is probably Drake's 'Best I Ever Had.'

My personality when tasked with creating meals goes something like this: Is there a way we can make this more difficult? Because let's do that. I don't mean to complicate things. It's just - why buy pre-packaged potato salad when you can spend your morning boiling potatoes and flipping out because there's no dill in the house?

I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning even if it's a paragraph.