#night

When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life. ↗

— Jack Henry Abbott

#dead #experience #ghosts #life #night

My father was sleepless most of his life. So by the age of five, I was awake with him all night long, watching bad television or we'd lie in the same bed, and I'd read my comic books while he read his latest spy or mystery novel. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#all night #awake #bad #bed #books

I went along doing the one-salad-a-night routine for a year. And I remember feeling so tired and depressed and irritable. I had no personal life. I was always flying someplace - weekends, holidays, vacations. Dinners at night were no fun because I couldn't eat. ↗

— Carol Alt

#always #because #depressed #dinners #doing

I saw 'Food, Inc.' last night - it was like a horror movie. I'm definitely thinking about my food supply now and how I want to grow my own. ↗

— Lauren Ambrose

#definitely #food #food supply #grow #horror

I got to spend all of my time every day at work reading and editing papers about cutting-edge technical research and getting paid for it. Then I'd go home at night and turn what I learned into science fiction stories. ↗

— Kevin J. Anderson

#cutting-edge #day #editing #every #every day

I couldn't sleep one night and I was sitting in my office and I realized that I was an independent filmmaker. ↗

— Darren Aronofsky

#i #independent #night #office #realized

Hi Miss Alice With your glass eyes What kind of dream Can you see? Are you fascinated with? Stilll My heart tears And drifts Stuck in the patched crevices Are memories Hi Miss Alice With that fruitful lips To whom does love Is cast away? Is lamented? Already I spin my words Feverish tongue Has turned cold The song to love Can't be sung either Still you do not answer ↗

— Kanon Wakeshima

#still-doll #vampire-knight #dreams

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #horror #insanity #loneliness #madness

He leaned toward her father. “ ’Tis true, I am a murderer, a liar, and a thief. ’Tis equally true that I will use whatever monstrous talents I possess to keep your daughter at my side. You can take Avalene to a convent at the ends of the earth and I will find her and steal her away again. I will lie to God, himself, to free her. I will protect her with my life, and I will murder anyone who threatens her. ↗

— Elizabeth Elliott

#elizabeth-elliott #the-dark-knight #equality

Should one continue to follow the faith of a group that's cast him out? Shouldn't it stand to reason that if he was true to that faith that the group should have been true to him? Is it unreasonable to ask forgiveness of one who is all-forgiving? ↗

— T.A. Miles

#exile #faith #knight #religion #religious-order