I write in the morning, I walk in the afternoon and I read in the evening. It’s a very easy, lovely life.

Tis always morning somewhere in the world.

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can’t remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

I knew, however, that the next morning after the fight I would have to get away, and I did just in time, for a full company came early to look for me and were furious because I had escaped them.

He’s got an overall flair for the game. It looks to me like he really loves what he does and he can’t wait to get up in the morning, go hit some balls and go play.

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.

This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.

In the morning on Sunday, a drum is sounded at about 8 o’clock.

I work out twice a day, once in the morning and once before bed. I’ll start with half an hour of running and then some yoga to stretch everything out so everything is warm.

I woke up on the plane this morning and was turning on my phone and I had to put my pin number in. That’s when I realized that since the age of 10 I’ve been using 2012 as my pin number. But now that I’ve won gold in the 2012 Olympics, I’ve achieved that goal and, for the first time in 14 years, I’ll have to change my pin.