They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast…

When you do movies on low budgets, you don't want to have a location that requires a very big light right outside the window…

— Darius Khondji

“Some people can’t finish what they started, because they talked about it too early.”

— Michael Bassey Johnson

The subject must be thought of in terms of the 20th century, of houses he lives in and places he works, in terms of…

— Arnold Newman

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs…

— Anonymous

Every morning, I have high expectations, and then I confront the reality of what happens at 4 o'clock.

— Ron Williams

I like marijuana because it keeps me from killing people. And I think there are a lot of people out there who are just…

— Willie Nelson

“I,it,was,that,saw, God,dancing,on,phosphorescent,toes, Among,the,strawberries. It,could,have,been,moonlight,or, Daylight—or,no,light,at,all. His,feet,cast,light,on,all. On,phosphorescent,feet, On,phosphorescent,feet,He,danced, And,His,eyes,were,closed: He,made,the,strawberries,tremble! Yet,He,hurt,not,the,little,one, But,gave,them,ripeness,all.”

— Jose Garcia Villa

“...I was tired of throwing still more experiences onto the bonfire of my own confusion. It was bright enough already, and cast its light…

— Frank Huyler

“The makers, the beautiful, the ones cast out because their light was too brilliant for the world beyond. The ones who wish true and…

— Sarah Zettel

“Daylight was coming outside, but it was not only that: courage cast its own light.”

— Guy Gavriel Kay

“ Happiness So early it's still almost dark out. I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that passes for…

— Raymond Carver

Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.

— Raymond Carver

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to.…

— Raymond Carver

I'm no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.

— Michel Foucault

I live in a very small house, but my windows look out on a very large world.

— Confucius