Afternoon Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Starlight played on its swirling surface two hundred paces away. Moths fluttered like flecks of snow fleeing the warm wind. Neither man spoke for…

— Steven Erikson

“The man exhaled and wondered. He thought about the squid, and he thought about summers divested of chill and abundant with the strange precocity…

— Kirk Marshall

He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there…

— Walter de La Mare

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would…

— Haruki Murakami

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

What did moths bump into before the electric light bulb was invented? Boy, the lightbulb really screwed the moth up didn't it? Are there…

— Bill Hicks

“The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth's part in life, and a day…

— Virginia Woolf

“The desire of the moth for the star”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Unlike the rest he had seen of the bungalow, the hall beyond the door was dark. He could see the glimmer of three doors…

— Ramsey Campbell

“He described to her the house he had built for himself, in outside appearance a shack, but delightful inside, at least to him. A…

— Alice Munro

“A little porch light from a distant farmhouse dimmed, feeling alone and unneeded until his smallest spark of illumination snuffed out entirely. The night…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

And [he] sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very…

— Maurice Sendak