Quotes About Routine

I'm not the best at getting myself breakfast, but if I do, I'll normally have toast and marmalade.

I have a lot of tea in the morning. I always have toast and peanut butter.

I love eggs and toast, and my friends and I will always get table pancakes to share. Then, in the afternoon, it's time to work it off!

I get up at 3:30 A. M. We're on air from 6 A. M., so if I'm in the studio, I'll have eggs at around 7 A. M. from the canteen - scrambled or poached, occasionally with a slice of brown toast.

I eat a lot of cereal and toast.

In the mornings, I usually have four eggs, five pieces of bacon, some toast, and two protein shakes.

Sundays are great for a lie in, a read of the papers, a potter around at home and then brunch, which is normally cheese on toast!

Television is like the American toaster, you push the button and the same thing pops up everytime.

The greatest job I ever had was working on my family farm. Each morning my father would come into my bedroom around 4:30 am and command me to get up and work the fields. I would spend the next two hours before school slopping pigs and cropping tobacco.

I moisturize head to toe daily.

You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar.

Yup, the toilet is my best friend before a show.

I used to learn my lines on the toilet, in the car, at dinner.

I've got four kids - I unblock a toilet every day.

I would arrive in college at 8:30 A. M. and go back home at noon to go to the toilet. Then I would return again.

My advice is before a big ride, eat a meal 2 hours or so before, to allow you to digest and process it, and without being crude, try to get to the toilet before.

I can tell you, going out to buy toilet paper in the U.S. is a completely predictable experience.

When I first started doing my comedy act, I just desperately needed material. So I took literally everything I knew how to do on stage with me, which was juggling, magic and banjo and my little comedy routines. I always felt the audience sorta tolerated the serious musical parts while I was doing my comedy.

A woman wearing saggy old workout clothes that she never worked out in, that had somehow become her pajamas and the clothes she went to the grocery store in and the clothes she wore around the house all day, with her dirty hair pulled back in a ponytail and who looked like she'd just been run over by a sedan.

As the centerpiece of a cherished ritual, it's a talisman against the chill of winter, a respite from the ho-hum routine of the day.

After you bring your pup to the area, ignore them until they eliminate.

She ate toast in bed, then reread a favorite book, taking comfort from a story where she knew the outcome would be good and just and right.

I live my life in my comfort zone...

Perhaps, beguiled by custom and order, one's sense of evil goes numb.