“The hard rain nailed the night to the city.”

“The rain wasn't the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.”

“In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.”

“The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.”

“The sun was hardly risen, but already time was running out.”

“Night has patterns that can be readless by the living than by the dead.”

“It's so damn hard to bloom... to change. Even when you want to change, want it more than anything in the world, it's hard. Desire to change isn't enough. Or desperation. Couldn't be done without...love,”