Holiday? Is like what? I'm a hyperactive girl so it may be boring for me to be on the beach doing nothing. I just need to find a place for three weeks and work but sleep in the morning maybe write a little bit have a glass of red wine. That's my perfect holiday.

I was half asleep lying there writing this lyric in my head at about 3:30 in the morning. I woke Steve up with this idea and then we went into the living room where there was a little upright piano and finished the song. I wonder where that piano is now?

It wasn't always easy getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning to go to the rink. Sometimes I wanted to just go back to sleep.

There would be nights when I would wake up and couldn't get back to sleep. So I would go downstairs and write. The staff had a pool going on how many pages of typing I would bring in here in the morning.

I was getting to bed about 10 P.M. so wound up and not getting to sleep by 11 and because I was putting the prosthetics on for five hours I had to be up at 3 in the morning.

I've found myself at one in the morning just sitting at my desk spending an hour returning emails from the day until like two in the morning. It's ridiculous I should be sleeping or dreaming or reading a novel.

I was so obsessed by this problem that I was thinking about it all the time - when I woke up in the morning when I went to sleep at night - and that went on for eight years.

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

I derive no pleasure from prosecuting a man even though I know he's guilty do you think I could sleep at night or look at myself in the mirror in the morning if I hounded an innocent man?

I am not a morning person. I like to sleep in.