Quotes of: Every-night Keyword

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.

Bared to You

If I look like I haven’t slept for eight hours, it’s because I haven’t. Oh, I wasn’t up all night. I slept 7:45 hours.

99 Cents For Some Nonsense

Trinity Park lies directly across from the library, Trinity Church rising like a midieval thought amidst the glass and steel towers.

Another Bullshit Night in Suck City

These days no one challenges us,' he said. 'And because there is no challenge, there is no reason to work hard. And with no reason to work hard, we have all become lazy.

In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

At the dealership, I pulled out the sieve and toyed with it threateningly. When the salesman was ready for me, I held it up, told him I was not a tourist and demanded a large discount.

In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

There can be few situations more fearful than breaking down in darkness on the highway leading to Casablanca. I have rarely felt quite so vulnerable or alone.

In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

I believe that Marrakech ought to be earned as a destination. The journey is the preparation for the experience. Reaching it too fast derides it, makes it a little less easy to understand.

In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

Stories are not like the real world; they aren't held back by what we know is false or true. What's important is how a story makes you feel inside.

In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.

House of the Sleeping Beauties and Other Stories

Why do we always think our pain will be less if we can make others suffer more?

Hot Lights, Cold Steel: Life, Death and Sleepless Nights in a Surgeon's First Years

With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves I have to dig.

If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

He was staring hard, not at his wife and me but at his daughter watching us. In his cold pupil, in the firm twist of his lips, was reflected Madame Miyagi's orgasm reflected in her daughter's gaze.

If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

I, on the contrary, have been convinced for some time that perfection is not produced except marginally and by chance; therefore it deserves no interest at all, the true nature of things being revealed only in disintegration.

If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

Some day, my son, you are going to learn that the two greatest joys of being a man are beating the hell out of someone and getting the hell beaten out of you, good night.

I wanderers

(aspiring journalist to Carl Kolchak) 'Andy knows I want to be a reporter. Like you' This took me by surprise. 'Sallie, my dear, nobody wants to be a reporter like me.

Kolchak: The Night Stalker Casebook

There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness—(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad as it is, no human body can be happily drunk all ...

Rooftop Soliloquy

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be...

Revolution

I am beginning to believe that nothing is quite so uncertain as facts. (Edward Curtis)

Short Nights of the Shadow Catcher: The Epic Life and Immortal Photographs of Edward Curtis

I'm sure nothing more exciting will happen beyond finding some Roman ruins beneath the pasture," Gunner predicted, an excellent example of why he would never be called psychic in any understanding of the word.

A Midsummer Night's Romp

Love is rare, Rhys. You found it without even trying. I had that kind of love. It's a gift, a type of magic all its own.

Night's Blaze: Part 1

Most of the passenger cars are lined with thick patterned carpets, upholstered in velvets in burgundies and violets and creams, as though they have been dipped in a sunset, hovering at twilight and holding on to the colors before they fade to midnigh...

The Night Circus