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“He watched the squares of buttery light inside the houses, and people going about their business. He thought of how they would settle in…

— Rachel Joyce

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest,…

— Jack London

“He slept curled up on the hard rock more soundly than ever he had done on his feather-bed in his own little hole at…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“And when I'd lost him this time, to the sea, I'd remembered the sense of him beside me, warm and solid in my bed,…

— Diana Gabaldon

“His bed needed all the good craftsmanship that had gone into its making to keep it from splitting asunder as he would grip one…

— Frans G. Bengtsson

“This was no ordinary lighthouse, such as the ones he had read about in books and heard described in the tales of old sailors,…

— Gina Marinello-Sweeney

He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for…

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor…

— Ernest Hemingway

He was full of the restless, dissatisfied energy that always seemed to move into his heart after he visited home these days. It had…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“He rolled in his bed, twisting the sheets, grappling with a problem years too big for him, awake in the night like a single…

— Stephen King

“By the time dusk fell, he was back in his room. The last of the daylight lay like fine ashes on the roof-tops. He…

— François Mauriac

“Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him”

— Orson Scott Card