“The lights are off and the sun if finally setting, the night sky is changing overhead”

“The sun rose, the moon saturated the night sky with its silver light and the stars blazed, indifferent to the events happening below them.”

“Everyday the sun rolls byAcross the sky and through night's doorEvery night the stars light highAbove the Earth and shine once moreAny day her boat might flyAcross the waves and to the shore”

“Everything changes. Everything is temporary, except for the sky. When you find yourself caught up in the horrors or heroes of a lifetime, look up. Don't look down. That which is beneath our feet is liquid, but the sky, the sky is solid, constant, ever ready and ever hopeful that the sun will rise in the morning and the moon will rise at night. They don't really set, you know. They're always rising, just rising for someone else.”

“The sky had cleared, and now the sun was overhead, already baking the wet ground so that you could see the humidity drifting lazily above the cotton stalks.”

“Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream bad dreams, or lie awake while the meteors whisper greenly overhead. But nowhere in all space or on a thousand worlds will there be men to share our loneliness.”