At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting
You can't hoot with the owls and then soar with the eagles
When I was younger I used to get my best writing done at night, but now it has to be during the day. I usually finish work at half past seven, then go back to the house to open a bottle of wine, have dinner, and then read or watch television.
I go to parties sometimes until four, it's hard to leave when you can't find the door.
There's a certain window of time in the middle of the night out in Middle America where there's no bar open and nothing on TV. If you don't want to do too many drugs, you have to start bodily mutilation.
I once went a whole summer without seeing the sun. I would play all night, then sleep all day.
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.
By the end of high school, I would do shows at the theater at night and then take the train home and go to school the next morning.
No driving, no sleeping. Live it up like it's the weekend, when the DJ play the right song gonna drink, gonna party all night long
Many a cat can only be lured in by switching off all the lights and keeping very still. Until the indignant cry of a cat-locked-out comes at the door.
I've never been a morning person, ever. I hate the morning. I have more energy at night.
ATLANTA NIGHTS: I haven't been this stunned since my colonoscopy.
I'm kind of a night owl.
I'd always been extremely fascinated by the French Nuit Blanche, which is a weekend that they have in Paris where they keep all the museums open until dawn. You can go and hang out in Versailles in the middle of the night and watch the sun come up.
Nights were the worst. I'd try to get some sleep, only to be thrown out of bed and dragged out into the compound for another game of "Let's whack Bobby in the dark!" - Bobby Pendragon, RoZ
It is the best part of the night. The classic interactive lines are 'Where are you from? What do you do for a living?' I almost always get something interesting.
The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.
Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping. In the cradle a child is screaming. An old man sits over his death, and anyone young enough talks to his love, breathes into her lips, looks into her eyes.
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.
I took a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?" There was a long, pregnant pause. "What about the man in the dream?" he finally asked. "There is no man in the dream.
Let's face it: part of being a grownup is that every day you have to choose between going out at night or staying home, and it is one of life's unhappy truths that there is not enough time to do both.
I'll have to have a room of my own. Nobody could sleep with Dick. He wakes up during the night, switches on the lights, speaks into his tape recorder.
As most people know, I am a vampire, so I have no reflection. Every day, I paste a picture of someone else on the mirror.
I could fall asleep at 10:30 watching 'Hill Street Blues.' I might wake up at 1 A.M. and have a riff in my head.
I miss my boats, and I miss having the ability to be out on the water during the daytime and then go skiing at night.
