True friends are always near, the Goddess said. Beneath the eyelids on a stormy night, around the bend in a wicked dream, hearkening to the future by the chimes of their companion’s call.
Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.
Children's games are stronger than you remember once you've grown up and left them behind. They're always fair, and never kind.
You'd challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you'd still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.
Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.
Do you want to know why men name their penis? So the most important decisions in their life aren't made by a stranger.
I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
Those in their snug Bed-chambers may call the Fears of Night meer Bugbears, but their Minds have not pierced into the Horror of the World which others, who are adrift upon it, know.
(Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?)
We keep electing council members for appearance sake, it doesn’t mean anything, and it is just a show for the people, so that they may sleep well at night with their delusion of peace.
And then he winked. Jeez, I thought my heart would explode on the spot. The last time a guy winked at me was years ago, and that’d been a creepy mall Santa.
On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.
I had a dream about you last night. The champagne was non-alcoholic. You didn't notice, and laughed at my jokes anyway.
I had a dream about you last night.. You were playing with chicken livers and told me everyone was in quarantine.
I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.
I had a dream about you last night… it was raining and you were fishing for fire to set a sandcastle a flame.
I had a dream about you last night... you made a beard for yourself out of forty two bags of Twizzlers.
I’m still pretty sick about what I’ve lost, but I only admit it to myself late at night, which is probably why I’m not the best sleeper.
Do your own thing. Others own their own thing. If you copy too much, you'll find yourself in late night cocktail lounge cover band limbo.
Eve: "Where's Mister Scary?" Roarke: "Summerset has the night off." Eve: "You mean the house is Summerset-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.
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.
