“It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.”
“When a small night-lamp alone illuminated our love-making, it became a very small, circular room which silently passed through nights humming with stars.”
“O night in which the stars feign light, O night that alone is the size of the Universe, make me, body and soul, part of your body, so that—being mere darkness—I’ll lose myself and become night as well, without any dreams as stars within me, nor a hoped-for sun shining with the future.”
“Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.”
“A night without stars is a night wasted.”
“Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.”