#night

I believe that writers, unless they consider themselves terribly exquisite, are at heart people who live by night, a little bit outside society, moving between delinquency and conformity. ↗

— Guillermo Cabrera Infante

#between #bit #conformity #consider #exquisite

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#dreaming #dreams #night #dreams

Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another! ↗

— Douglas McGrath

#emma #movie-quote #mr-knightley #movies

Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned. "That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested. "Oh, shut up. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #zoe-nightshade #right

I suppose I will go on selling newspapers until at last will come the late night final. ↗

— William Maxwell Aitken

#final #go #i #last #late

So I'm trying to spread myself to the point to where I can do the night shows and not have to worry about the matinees, and do one or two matinees down through the year. ↗

— Mickey Gilley

#down #i #i can #matinees #myself

There used to be a lot of acts, which was good, because people don't want to see the same act every night. But, you don't want too many acts, you don't want to over-saturate it. ↗

— Mickey Gilley

#acts #because #every #every night #good

The fate of the singers who, like my songs, went up in flame was also the fate of the books which I later wrote. All of them went up in flame to Heaven in a fire which broke out one night at my home in Bad Homburg as I lay ill in a hospital. ↗

— Shmuel Y. Agnon

#bad #books #broke #fate #fire

I'm so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark. ↗

— Muhammad Ali

#before #dark #fast #hotel #hotel room

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly. ↗

— Sylvia Ashton-Warner

#blackness #child #does #forgets #i