I would get up at 3 in the morning and write. Or sometimes I would write at midnight. Or I would write… — Bebe Moore Campbell Copy Share Image
I don't think I will ever be able to really articulate how bizarre it was to hear my name at the Academy… — Lupita Nyong'o Copy Share Image
There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn;… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
She knows no difference 'twixt head and privities who devours immense oysters at midnight. — Juvenal Copy Share Image
“5.57am and I’m finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper.… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
Repentance is the turning of the soul from the way of midnight to the point of the coming sun. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Born of Black and White, Eaten with worms, I'm a Saint, a Sinner, a Siren of the Word, The Circle knows me,… — Ted Dekker Copy Share Image
We need more of the Office Desk and less of the Show Window in politics. Let men in office substitute the midnight… — Calvin Coolidge Copy Share Image
Philostratus, in his Life of Apollonius Tyaneus represents the latter as informing King Phraotes that "the Oneiropolists, or Interpreters of Visions, are… — Anna Kingsford Copy Share Image
My mind was clear and penetrating at the time, for it was midnight, the hour at which I am most brave and… — Vera Caspary Copy Share Image
Tomorrow may never come to us. We do not live in tomorrow. We cannot find it in any of our title-deeds. The… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My father once nearly came to blows with a female dinner guest about whether a particular patch of embroidery was fuchsia or… — Alison Bechdel Copy Share Image
It was manifest to me that there was something in the Roman Catholic religion which made the priests very dear to the… — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
