Quotes About Night

You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats and staring for hours at candles as if they were people and standing in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched and you smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a baffled idiot at the zoo.

A great fleecy cloud had released the moon, and high above us loomed the dark outline of the tower. One long window showed the pale sky beyond it.

Scattered in the dark were the vampires.

The air was rushing past me. I was clinging to him, though I don't think I needed to, and we were out in the night, and we were moving towards the clouds.

Stop looking at my buttons,' Lestat said. 'Go out there into the trees. Rid yourself of all the human waste in your body, and don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!

But the name was astonishing: 'Théâtre des Vampires,' and the time noted, nine p.m.

The night's dark journey had only begun. I could not send her in search of victims! The magic of her was scarce complete.

had taken out the iron key to the lock and I studied him, wondering what promises one exacts from such a monster before opening one's door. Did the ancient laws of hospitality mean anything to the creatures of the night?

I lay down to sleep in the shrine and knew only dark and troubled dreams.

It was a drunken labyrinth of a garden gone wild under the naked night.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of

nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn't see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

There is nothing like the long passage through the damp dark night, and then the sudden opening of the door of the tavern into an entire little universe of light and warmth and singing and laughing humans.

I wish I could say no. On this night of all nights, I wish I could say no.

Where was Goblin? I felt an aching loneliness for him. I felt the emptiness of the night air. He was waiting for me to hunt, waiting for the fresh blood. But I had no intention of hunting tonight, even though I was faintly hungry.

I wanted nights to memorize this painting. I wanted at once to listen at the portals of scholars who could tell me what it was about, for I couldn't possibly decipher it! I need knowledge for this. And more than anything, its sheer beauty spoke to my soul.

I stayed there for three nights with him, talking about the mysterious islands of England with him

On a night of icy silver radiance, when the very sea and stars seemed on fire with light.

against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night.

Finn) "You're sure you're not a sister?" he tossed back at her, his voice little more than a growl on the night air. She was closer than he thought, making decent enough headway on the steep hill. "I'm an only child." Stupid, he thought. "I'm asking if you're a holy nun." "I told you, I'm not a nun, holy or otherwise." Okay, she met the criteria for fuckable.

At night she still woke up, she still mulled and worried and reflected and regretted, but after an hour or so now she would drift back into sleep, and by morning she felt well rested. She felt more or less normal, in fact.

She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells of tar and roses. How a sleeping baby weighs so heavily on your shoulder, like ripe fruit. What privacy it is to walk in the rain beneath the drip and crackle of your own umbrella.

The night went on like this, a mix of serious talk, utter bullshit, self-promotion, and slumber-party giddiness.

Everyone ugly was in bed by now.