Cities Quote by William Gibson

“A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the…

— William Gibson

“In the morning and in the evening and at night in his dreams, this street was filled with constantly bustling traffic, which seen from…

— Franz Kafka

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of…

— Christopher Paolini

“He lay back with his eyes shut, still sodden in the atmosphere of the dream. It was a vast, luminous dream in which his…

— George Orwell

All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still,…

— Kenneth Grahame

There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city lay behind…

— Charles Dickens

“He had been sleepwalking through his own life, a life that was a canvas devoid of colour, and at last, he had awoken to…

— Anonymous

The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that…

— Charles Dickens

“Night would settle in like slow blindness, sucking the color from the trees and the low sky and the rocks and the frozen grass…

— Anita Shreve

“Every day he thought would last forever, and the night forever, and the dawn drag eternally another long and empty day to light forever;…

— William H. Gass

Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his…

— Joris-Karl Huysmans

“The sleepless hum of the city was abidingly in his ears, and the lamps that dotted the misty pavements stared at him blinkingly all…

— J.H. Pearce