Haruki Murakami Quotes

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.

The world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits.

I actually prefer night shoots to days. I prefer being up. It's easier for me. I'm more of a night person.

I'm a night person. My best times are midnight to six, actually.

I really love the dark of the night. It helps me to concentrate.

Why is it called 'after dark' when it really is 'after light'?

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

I only work at night, generally. Usually when I work [during the day] I'll black out the windows or something.

The city was blacked out because bombers might come, so Billy didn't get to see Dresden do one of the most cheerful things a city can do when the sun goes down, which is to wink its lights on one by one.

One must use the night.

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

I come alive in the night time

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Night is a world lit by itself.

The word chrysalis alone is an unmistakable indication that here two dreams are joined together, dreams that be-speak both the repose and flight of being, evening's crystallization and wings that open to the light.

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

You lose such a lot of time just sleeping ... when you might just be living! ... It seems such a pity we can't live nights too.

Jon passes from Darkness to Light.