Quotes About Night

Hopper's Nighthawks.

Lastly, special thanks to Raymond Chandler for inspiring the title of the book. Describing in 1950 the time and place from which he drew his early crime stories, Chandler wrote, "The streets were dark with something more than night." Sometimes they still are.

The city shimmered out there like a million dreams, not all of them good.

New Year's Eve was a night for jazz, and the saxophone could cut you in half if you were alone.

He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in.

Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reins

The coyote howled once more. Bosch thought he could hear a dog answering somewhere in the distance. "Are you like him?" she asked. "Who?" "Timido. Alone out there in the dark world." "Sometimes. Everybody is sometimes." "Yes

Elena rushed forward, screaming, and the lizards fled into the darkness. But long before she reached the bassinet, she could see what had happened to the infant's face, and she knew the child must be dead. The lizards scattered into the rainy night, chirping and squealing, leaving behind only bloody three-toed tracks, like birds.

Insomniacs know better than anyone how it would be to haunt a house.

Who knows what succession of girls and boys sneak in through the sliding glass doors at night, after the mother has sunk to the bottom of her own private lake, with the help of Absolut and Klonopin?

One night I saw the moon, shining so big and round, and I tried to grab it out of the sky.

But even the longest and darkest of nights passes sooner or later. And when the pale dawn came, they glimpsed the Ivory Tower on the horizon.

The change from night to day, the battle that is fought during that change, and the transformation into Jesus, can all feel a little bit apocalyptic. No one said that discipleship was easy.

At night we turned all the lights in every room of our house on. We turned the lights on the front porch on. We turned the lights on the back porch and over the garage on too. We wanted to keep the darkness that surrounded our house and us as far away from us as we could.

though we all inhabit the same place during the day, at night each one of us is hurled into a several world.

we all inhabit the same place during the day, at night each one of us is hurled into a several world. Well

Look down fair moon and bathe this scene, Pour softly down night's nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple, On the dead on their backs with arms toss'd wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon. —Walt Whitman Sequel to Drum-Taps

Fenki: 'It would be rude to interrupt the Night Worms when they feast on your tasty blood ...

He combed his milk-white hair and crooned a tune to himself, clipped on his yellow chamois shoulder holster and stepped out into the soft night and his smooth car. As he drove, he considered the stars. It would all be over in a flash.

Half the life of cities occurs at night,' Olive Lawrence warned us. 'There's a more uncertain morality then

The man named Caravaggio pushes open all the windows in the room so he can hear the noises of the night. He undresses, rubs his palms gently over his neck and for a while lies down on the unmade bed. The noise of the trees, the breaking of moon into silver fish bouncing off the leaves of asters outside. The moon is on him like skin, a sheaf of water.

The noise of the trees, the breaking of moon into silver fish bouncing off the leaves of asters outside.

As if one of those love potions in A Midsummer Night's Dream had been applied, only what you first saw on waking was not a love object but a source of fear, the source of a pummelling you had been through minutes before.

He had approached the villa on that night of the storm not out of curiosity about the music but because of a danger to the piano player. The retreating army often left pencil mines within musical instruments. Returning owners opened up pianos and lost their hands.