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.
On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.
I had a dream about you last night. The champagne was non-alcoholic. You didn't notice, and laughed at my jokes anyway.
I had a dream about you last night.. You were playing with chicken livers and told me everyone was in quarantine.
I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.
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.
I’m still pretty sick about what I’ve lost, but I only admit it to myself late at night, which is probably why I’m not the best sleeper.
Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.
A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.
