“I may not enter the garden,
Though I know the road thereto;
And morn by morn to the gateway
I see the children go.”

“I do that which I do in every place. Here also, at the gateway of that garden into which time has not entered, I fight with time my ever-losing battle, because to do that diverts me.”

“I like to wake up each morning and not know what I think, that I may reinvent myself in some way.”

“I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”

“I want morning-after pills more than over the counter; I want morning-after pills with my check at dinner. I want morning-after pills on my hotel pillow when I go to bed at night.”

“’Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.
This was not judgement day — only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.”

“I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings. So full of possibilities.”

“In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.”

“The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.”

“I go to bed angry and I get up angrier every morning.”