Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night. p493
That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day.
The world at night, for much of history, was a very dark place indeed.
Up until about a hundred years ago, the world was dark at night. You got to have a real night so you could sleep.
Everyone is small at night.
Otherwise, all I remember of the denizens of the Nocturama is that several of them had strikingly large eyes, and the fixed inquiring gaze found in certain painters and philosophers who seek to penetrate the darkness which surrounds us purely by means of looking and thinking.
It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose.
We of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea.
To know only artificial night is as absurd and evil as to know only artificial day.
I collect my tools: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, intellect. Night has fallen.
