The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary. It is the only art which can be practiced at any hour of the day or night, whenever the time and inclination comes, that is your time for reading; in joy or s...
As a species, we are most animated when our days and nights on Earth are touched by the natural world. We can find immeasurable joy in the birth of a child, a great work of art, or falling in love.
I’m a powerful being. I caused the night to turn into day. And I didn’t even try! I simply waited. I’ll bet I could even do it in my sleep.
Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.
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.
That’s the thing with reality, he said, you can’t repeat it to order, you can’t correct it. Perhaps we should read more books.
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 do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.
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.
I'm going to be honest with you. I don't want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you.
it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
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.
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.
