“—Night is Done— Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of the night Comes… — Kathryn Lasky Copy Share Image
“Lovely and unremarkable, the clutter of mugs and books, the almost-empty Fig Newtons box, thick dishes in a big tin tray, the… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
“The poet had wasted his night while others had spent it enjoying themselves and now he realised that it was lost forever.… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
“That night at the hotel, in our room with the long empty hall outside and our shoes outside the door, a thick… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“It should not matter, but it does. I want to know how many hours of the night are gone and how many… — Fredric Brown Copy Share Image
