“Ladies, it's almost midnight. And I, for one, hoped not to have to resort to kissing Gaspard when the clock strikes twelve.”

“Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.”

“A French proverb says ‘Wait until it is night before saying that it has been a fine day.’ To tell it more precise, wait till the clock strikes the midnight!”

“Ignatius, when he heard the clock strike, would say, "Now I have another hour to answer for." (Eph. 5:16)”

“The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.”

“Nate: “And,” he said, “boys at twelve aren’t exactly slick with the ladies.”Ruby: “’Slick with the ladies’?” I said. “Are you twelve?”