“Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning, Oxfordshire, 1973, goodnight…”

“I was walking past a sex shop an' that. One, it was open early which I never understood, it was about eight o'clock in the morning. Who needs butt plugs then?”

“It's five O'Clock in the morning and I want ya and ya want me, Don't ya?”

“At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.”

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.”

“I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.”

“The best part is that I'm able to come in, and whenever I want, choose an intern… oh, wait — Is this being recorded? No, the coolest part is the ability to have a silly thought about whatever is going on in your world at 10 o'clock in the morning, and be able to see it go out on the airwaves at 11 o'clock that night. That's an amazing privilege.”

“I only write when I am inspired. Fortunately I am inspired at 9 o'clock every morning.”

“Only another writer, someone who had worked his heart out on a good book which sold three thousand copies, could appreciate the thrill that overcame me one April morning in 1973 when Dean Rivers of our small college in Georgia appeared at my classroom door.”

“My father walked to school 4 o'clock every morning with no shoes on, uphill, both ways, in 5 feet of snow and he was thankful.”