“There is no night porter wandering about in King's. The authorities pay you the compliment, ugly gate-crasher, of treating you as a grown-up. And since we are not grown-up you and I, we will perform our midnight frolics as the inmates burn the midnight oil.”

“We think of those nights spent with one or more friends, nights when we merged with the shadows and could see the world with eyes that were not our own.”

“Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is how the prosaic present may hide the exciting past.”

“Alas! Charles made the promise glibly, and forgot all about it.”

“We both must burn this midnight oil together. You’re just as new to me as I am you.” --Andrew”

“Instead of burning the midnight oil, you should try selling it.”

“The climber, like a fox which is hard-pressed, should always have one more trick in his bag.”