Quotes of: Every-night Keyword

The good thing about problems is that it seems like there's only one way to get into them, but there's usually lots of ways out.

The Night Garden

A story helps folks face the world, even when it frightens 'em. And a lie does the opposite. It helps you hide.

The Night Gardener

A blown kiss is not a proper kiss. Hugs and kisses should be hugs and kisses, not breaths of air. I am tired of breaths of air and not enough hugs and kisses.

The Night Rainbow

I'm some sort of guinea pig in a home economics crash course for werewolves.

The Night Has Teeth

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

Last Night I Sang to the Monster

I’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.

Last Night I Sang to the Monster

But at night, when the library lamps are lit, the outside world disappears and nothing but the space of books remains in existence.

The Library at Night

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread

The Last Night of the Earth Poems

Just because you're sober, don't think you're a good driver, Cookie.

Last Night in Twisted River

Well, it's a good life and a good world, all said and done, if you don't weaken.

Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

I don't need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here?

Two for the Dough

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

The Tale of Genji

.....the only sound was of the crickets, and the glittering speckled of stars on the night sky as witness of her biggest mistake, the night when it changed her life forever.

One Minute to Midnight

The day I smile on you flirting with another man is the day you know our relationship is dead.

One Night... Nine Month Scandal

Intelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.

Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques

I talked to a mother of nine last night, and I thought, “Nine is nine years too young to be a mother.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

Even the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.

Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences

I did something so stupid last night that I can’t even speak about it today. I took a vow of silence.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

When a small night-lamp alone illuminated our love-making, it became a very small, circular room which silently passed through nights humming with stars.

Unknown

He couldn’t believe that sleep had robbed him of this spectacle night after night. Such are the writer’s privileges, he thought, nostalgic already for the present.

Varamo

I now can say I no longer fear death. Instead welcome it with open arms…

When The Night Comes