“Hesitantly, I crawled onto the bed and sat facing him, cross-legged like him, as though this were the accepted protocol among men who meet at midnight.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Night's winged horses No one can outpace But midnight is no moment Midnight is a place. Meet me at Midnight, Among the Queen Anne's Lace Midnight is not a moment, Midnight is a place— When, when shall I meet you… — Joan Aiken Copy Share Image
