“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.”
“The stars were withdrawn, small, giving no light, unlike other nights when they seemed to hang large from the sky ready to be reached for and taken into our hands.”
“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.”
“A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.”
“It was long after midnight and the stars looked damp and chilly; the air was full of the busy silence of the night, which is created by hundreds of small furry things treading very carefully in the hope of finding dinner while avoiding being the main course.”
“Everyone is small at night.”