Oh, she was okay, just tired, tired of trying to be the one you wanted, the one you couldn't live without, the one you found yourself reaching out an arm for as she teetered from crisis to crisis to crisis only to collapse in your bed at the end of t...
Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed...
High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture, though the breeze Has stretched the thwart boughs bare to meet the snow, Night is not, autumn is not--but the flow Of vast, ...
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my ...
Because I am for them, Commander, because their ancestors stood up to that Nazi, Bligh, just like I would be for one little Jew, terrified and hungry, crossing the Pyrenees to get away to freedom from the Gestapo. One little Jew. You wouldn't have hi...
Frank: [sings] Oh say can you see / By the dawn's early light / What so proudly we hail / In the twilight's last gleaming? / Whose bright stripes and broad stars / In the perilous night / For the ramparts we watched / uh, da-da-da-da-da-daaaa. / And ...
Mrs. Danvers: Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you? [moves it slightly] Mrs. Danvers: There, that's better. Just as she always laid it down. "Come on, Danny, hair drill," she would say. [picks up the brush and goes through the motions of combing t...
David Mills: Has he tried to speak or communicate in any way? Dr. Beardsley: Even if his brain were not mush, which it is, he chewed off his own tongue long ago. William Somerset: Uh... Doc, is there absolutely no chance that he might survive? Dr. Be...
Ryan Bingham: If you think about it, your favorite memories, the most important moments in your life... were you alone? Jim Miller: No, I guess not. Ryan Bingham: Hey, come to think of it, last night, the night before your wedding, when all this shit...
The Deepest Night* As we lay asleep within our suspended animation chambers - living coffins our thoughts chase each other as they entwine together With our bodies separated by a transparent aluminum partition our minds connected telepathically hug a...
All this blackness was within him, but that was where it really mattered. It was night without moon or stars, it was a doorless pit in the earth's bowels, it was forever. He felt black ice growing, blooming in his veins. One last sharp feeling was le...
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows ...
She glanced at her watch, reminding herself who she was.
A night of full moon is favourable to tales of apparitions.
Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.
Ours is a world controlled by the warrior and the sword.
War is like night, she said. It covers everything.
Where large sums of money are concerned, it is advisable to trust nobody.
Black as night and as beautiful as forever.
I'm not a wilting flower, unless that gets me extraspecial treats.
All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.
