Pastoral Resources

Anyone who thinks the art of conversation is dead ought to tell a child to go to bed.

I believe in a higher power and I believe in good and bad, right and wrong. You sleep in the bed you make.

Physically I'm tired at the end of the day and quite glad to be reading in bed by midnight.

I daresay I was the worst bed partner in five continents.

Your English style will no doubt put all the other gentlemen to bed. I speak figuratively, of course.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.

I was changing a light bulb over Groucho Marx's bed, so I took my shoes off, got on his bed and changed the bulb. When I got off the bed he said: 'That's the best acting you've ever done.'

My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.

Angelina Jolie may get Antonio Banderas in bed for eight hours on a movie set, but I get him in bed everyday.

If I were asked for a one line answer to the question' What makes a woman good in bed?' I would say, 'A man who is good in bed.'

If kids like a picture book, they're going to read it at least 50 times. Read anything that often, and even minor imperfections start to feel like gravel in the bed.

To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back.

I returned to upstate NY where I just laid in bed for days with a fever that just wouldn't go away. After more of this, I grew increasingly sure that this was not simply the flu!

Somebody who never got over the embarrassing fact that he was born in bed with a lady.

If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son, somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

The truth is, this being errand boy to one hundred and fifty thousand people tires me so by night I am ready for bed instead of soirees.

Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda... and woke up with me.

I was out of my bed in one second, trembling with excitement, and I dashed to the door and into the adjoining room, where I could watch the streets below from the windows.