“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
“How did it get so late so soon?”
“I am merely one night of night unending.”
“I flirted with disaster last night. Now disaster won t stop texting me...”
“When the night is dark enough, Remember - The dawn is near”
“Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.”
“The night is not dark, it s your inability to see the light”
“He wandered toward West 132 Street and followed the noises of the night.”
“Welcome to the place on the other side of midnight.”
“Enjoy the wine, don’t spill the night…”
“This is night, Diddykins. That s what we call it when it goes all dark like this. ”
“The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.”
“Will, she said softly, sleepily. Last night-- You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. There was no last night, he said through his teeth. At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--”
“The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.”
“I m hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.”
“So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you ll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive. I ve been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober. (I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.)”
“That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night.”