“Tread not into the fearsome night But pull the covers high, Step not into the wild dark wood For the Hobbers are dancing nigh”
“Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there s no use. Even though it s futile. Even though it s way past too late.”
“When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.”
“Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight.”
“We were masters of nature, masters of the world. We had forgotten everything--death, fatigue, our natural needs. Stronger than cold or hunger, stronger than the shots and the desire to die, condemned and wandering, mere numbers, we were the only men on earth.”
“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”
“That little dance I do each night, tossing in my bed from side to side, when your words like an enchanting flute, play in my head!”
“The sound of a pen scratching in the night is a holy sound.”
“On moonlight nights the long, straight street and dirty white walls, nowhere darkened by the shadow of a tree, their peace untroubled by footsteps or a dog s bark, glimmered in the pale recession. The silent city was no more than an assemblage of huge, inert cubes, between which only the mute effigies of great men, carapaced in bronze, with their blank stone or metal faces, conjured up a sorry semblance of what the man had been. In lifeless squares and avenues these tawdry idols lorded it under the lowering sky; stolid monsters that might have personified the rule of immobility imposed on us, or, anyhow, its final aspect, that of a defunct city in which plague, stone, and darkness had effectively silenced every voice.”
“The sun loves the moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe, and in return, she reflects his love.”
“A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world.”
“The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes”
“I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I ll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there d be no night!”
“Il était tard; ainsi qu une médaille neuve La pleine lune s étalait, Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.”
“I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. I sometimes love it the next morning, but other times it is an abomination.”
“A lonely night is more profound then lonesome nights.”
“Yet just as the day has two halves, one governed by the sun and the other by the moon, so there are many who are people of the day and who busy themselves with daytime deeds, whilst others are children of the night, their minds consumed with nocturnal notions; but yet there are some in whom the two merge like the rising of the sun and the moon in a day.”