“Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving the night together.”

“No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.”

“A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, or all three together, is good medicine.”

“Someone who loved night arrivals and dark departures, for the hell, the fun, the death of it?”

“Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread.”

“Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt”

“You could feel the war getting ready in the sky that night. The way the clouds moved aside and came back, and the way the stars looked, a million of the swimming between the clouds, like the enemy disks, and the feeling that the sky might fall upon the city and turn it to chalk dust, and the moon go up in red fire; that was how the night felt.”