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.
Last night you sat there singing to me 'nothing to hide, believe what I say' and not ten hours later you're standin' in front of me lyin
Cold be night, cold be heart; I shall forever sit in dark, Until one day ride at Flight Against armies of Thalorion For last fight….
Last night, in silent hours - where the gentle sea touched our skin - I have found the love of your thinking.
I had some good sex last night. How do I know it was good? Because I was participating, and not just a passive spectator and photographer.
This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.
There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.
There was an eerie quiet about last night, like death sleeping on the beach of Lake Erie. I woke up with sand in my shoes and tiny coffins on my feet.
I cleaned out my belly button last night, and I found the meaning of life. Gosh, I wonder how long it’s been hidden there.
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Last night my girl and I were knocking boots, but it won’t happen tonight, because earlier today I went out and bought a doorbell.
Last night I stayed up late talking about tomorrow, and today I regret it because I was way off (by about 24 hours).
Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.
I suddenly realized how much I loved her when we attended Alfred Hitchcock's 75th birthday party last August. There was something magical about that night, and it made me see how much she really meant to me.
I had a dream about you last night. I was writing a ‘Sex for dummies-Christians That Secretly What to be Porn Stars- 1st edition.’ And you helped me with the illustrations.
I had a dream about you last night... and found out that friends are a label we love to use, but usually it's just a nice word for "acquaintance.
I had a dream about you last night... I think flying saucer activity is pretty easy to explain; if I had one, I'd go joyriding too.
… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these black waters that contain the day that passed, the night to come. — Excerpt from the poem “The Mercy
Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of life." —from
Actors are programmed to see the worst. If you're talking about an actor's TV series, you say, 'I loved you last night.' And they go, 'What about the week before?' They immediately worry.
