Alexandra Guarnaschelli Quotes

I usually spend my free time worrying about when I'm going to work next.

Even in the busiest kitchen, there's always a point at the end of the day when you go home.

I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.

I was proud of working 18 hours a day and sleeping three hours a night. It's something now that has turned into a problem for me: not being able to sleep... having insomnia.

I would go to work from 9 to 6, go home, nap for two hours, then write from 8 to 2 a.m.

They did interviews with my wife and daughter-they were genuinely in fear of me having a heart attack, working 20 hours a day, eating fast food.

We are living in very challenging times. Pressured in the workplace and stressed out at home, people are trying to make sense of their lives.

Nighttime, in a nanosecond, asleep by 10:30. No chance I'll get through the day without two naps. Before noon, around 11 A.M. I catch 30 minutes. Living not far from CBS is perfect because afternoons I go home for another.

There are two tests in life, more important than any other test. On Monday morning, when you wake up, do you feel in the pit of your stomach you can't wait to go to work? And when you're ready to go home Friday afternoon, do you say, 'I can't wait to go home?'

I go through phases when I've been filming where I wake up in the middle of the night and I think I'm being filmed.

I feel like I'm constantly falling behind. I feel like every day I'm out of the office I'm falling behind.

I would rather not work than be a neurotic mess.

I don't like leaving work behind. I hate the idea that something might be happening on the drawing board at home that I am going to miss.

During first grade, I spent nearly every afternoon for months in the school nurse's office, sick with psychosomatic headaches, begging to go home; by third grade, stomachaches had replaced the headaches, but my daily trudge to the infirmary remained the same.

Every time I open a new restaurant, I wake up in the middle of the night moaning about bread and water. I dream I am in the middle of the dining room, and I am panicked.

It's tough to go to sleep at night, and I wake up after five hours because I feel like I'm wasting time. I just sit up at night and think about what I can do next.

From morning when I wake up until I go to sleep, I am working. I go to bed and I want to switch off, but the brain doesn't switch off.

If you're in a company, you're dancing from 9 a.m. till 7 in the evening, and then you go home and get in a hot tub and get some Epsom salts and try to get your body goin' again. There's no social life, no anything.

I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn't want to go to work the next day exhausted.

I'm not one who can get by on six hours sleep night after night. You can see it on my face and hear it in my voice. When working 14-hour days, I have to go home, go to sleep, and wake up in time for crew call. I hate naps. They throw me off the rest of the day.

I'm always pretty tense about everything when it comes to work.

I just feel we are extremely lucky that when we wake up, we get to go to work and do something we love. Honestly, we can't call it work. We're living the dream, really. If you start thinking about the dangers too much, it's time to stop.

I'm the kind of girl who thinks about what she's gonna cook for dinner when she's finishing her lunch.

I don't think most analysts understand that whether I work a 70-hour week or an 80-hour week, I take my head with me when I go home.

At work, you think of the children you have left at home. At home, you think of the work you've left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself. Your heart is rent.