“I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?”

“My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?”

“Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.”

“Night's winged horsesNo one can outpaceBut midnight is no momentMidnight is a place.Meet me at Midnight,Among the Queen Anne's LaceMidnight is not a moment,Midnight is a place—When, when shall I meet youWhen shall I see your faceFor I am living in time at presentBut you are living in space.Time is only a cornerAge is only a foldA year is merely a pennySpent from a century's gold.So meet me, meet me at midnight(With sixty seconds' grace)Midnight is not a moment;Midnight is a place.”

“For twenty years it seemed to me that I had been taking part in a game, and that one day, at the stroke of midnight, I would return to the land of shadows. ...In a little while, the hands would be pointing to midnight; they would point to midnight tomorrow and the next day, and I would still be here.”

“What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.”