It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.
On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.
If that was the last event of the night, it would have made a terrible ending. It was just the beginning, though.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
The last night of retreat, after Mass, the hundreds of them sat by candlelight in the huge gymnasium. It smelled like incense and whatever hope was made out of.
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.
He’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go.
He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
There’s a lot of June birthdays in June. There’s also a few in May and July. Reminds me of that one night with April. That was a long month.
It was a blustery winter night, back in the summer of 2009. That’s when we met, and that’s when I knew it was love, two years before.
Last night I read two books back to back. Tonight I’ll probably read both of those books’ front covers.
You gotta run more than your mouth to escape the treadmill of mediocrity. A true hustler jogs during the day, and sleepwalks at night.
Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.
For the celebration I got champagne flutes, even though I’m not musical. That night I felt like Mozart. He was a drunk, right?
I went out to eat on a restaurant’s opening night. It was packed! I guess people heard I’d be dining there and came to adore me.
When I’m asleep I’m a politician, and when I’m awake I’m a criminal. Throughout the day and night, my mentality never changes.
As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.
Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one.
