“The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations.”
“If they come for me in the morning, they will come for you in the night.”
“...there is a way of leaving and yet of not leaving; of hinting that one loves and is willing to return, yet never coming back and so preserving a relationship in a lingering decay.”
“Who watches the watchmen?”
“No matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew.”
“In the middle of the night, if you have decided to do something good for the world, don’t wait for the morning to come!”