A Quote by Scott Wood

I hate waking up every morning to my alarm. I always bang my head on the steering wheel. — © Scott Wood
I hate waking up every morning to my alarm. I always bang my head on the steering wheel.
Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything." He stroked a hand down her back. "Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.
I only remember the end of my dreams, like waking up at a steering wheel, or falling.
I'm having fun, and I'm waking up every morning and my staff is waking up every morning looking at each other and saying, 'What can we do today that would be really cool?' I cannot complain about my life.
Waking up each morning to a hysterical alarm clock on the bedside table.
When I started driving our old four-door green DeSoto, I always took Skip on my trips around town. I would get Skip to prop himself against the steering wheel, his black head peering out of the windshield, while I crouched out of sight under the dashboard. Slowing the car to ten or fifteen, I would guide the steering wheel with my right hand while Skip, with his paws, kept it steady. As we drove by the Blue Front Café, I could hear one of the men shout: "Look at that ol' dog drivin' a car!"
Waking up every morning with a company is a lot of pressure. But when you're aware of what other people are waking up with, it's a whole lot easier.
Waking up with a bad head in the morning is difficult sometimes.
I just heard the latest joke about my hair: 'Do you know what that is on her head? It's a steering wheel to drive the state.'
I just heard the latest joke about my hair: 'Do you know what that is on her head? It's a steering wheel to drive the state.
Good Lord's been kind to me, that's all I can say. I wake up in the morning with music in my head a lot of times. I won't say every morning, but I wake up in the morning sometimes with eight bars in my head and I just go to the piano.
I usually wake up at 7, 7:15, without an alarm. I hate the sound of an alarm.
Politics is like waking up in the morning. You never know whose head you'll find on the pillow.
I wake up in the morning and I lie in bed, and it's the time I call "the theater of morning." All these thoughts run around in my head, between my ears when I'm waking up. It's not a dream state, but it's not completely awake either. So all these metaphors run around and then I pick one and I get out of bed and I do it. I'm very lucky.
I used to - my earliest memory of waking up with a melody in my head was, you know, 8, 9, 10. I've always heard kind of melodies in my head.
The alarm in the morning? Well, I have an old tape of Carlo Maria Giulini conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in a perfectly transcendent version in Shubert's seventh symphony. And I've rigged it up so that at exactly 7:30 every morning it falls from the ceiling onto my face.
I wake up every morning to 'Take a Chance on Me' as my iPhone alarm - it really gets you going.
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