...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...
Maybe like the never-ending stories within stories of the One Thousand and One Nights, life is dream within dream all the way through?
The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.
But it was too late. I was down the steps and out the door, where the warm night air almost felt like forgiveness.
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much." "Dick. That's not what you said last night." "Bite me.
Springtime blooms the starry tree Bearing fruit the mariners see. High by night and low by dawn The silver apple guides us home.
On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.
...and still the hands did their trick, like over-eager dogs that want to do their rolling—over trick for you not once or twice but all night.
Let come the forces of night! We will stand!" "We will get the hell out of here is what we will do," I muttered.
If last night proved anything, it's that life is a strong drink served up in an extremely short - and fragile - shot glass.
Father Sams, a mirthful shaman, looked at a nighted photograph of actress Lar Park Lincoln beneath his glass of bourbon con hielo.
I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous. ("The Blue Bouquet")
You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
You take all the fun out of life for me, Nik. You know that?" Aiden- Blood Hunger (Deathless Night Series #1)
A blanket could be used as a Portable Night Generator. Just stretch it over your head, blocking your eyes from the sun in the sky, and voila! Nighttime.
A blanket could be used to fill the night sky with smoke, if you use it to suffocate the fire. And if you mess it up, I’ll use my hands to suffocate you.
A blanket could be used to cover up the bald spot all over my chest. That’s why I get so cold at night.
Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
Would the people in her life still love her if they knew the whole truth about her? Perhaps, but would they love her the same?