For my father, who used to sit, hour after hour, night after night, outside our house in Africa, watching the stars "Well," he would say, "if we blow ourselves up, there's plenty more where we came from!"
(Doris Lessing (b. 1919), British novelist. Dedication, Shikasta, Knopf (1979).)
It's like the doctor was just telling me, "Delirium is a disease of the night." Good night.
(Billy Wilder (b. 1906), Austrian-born U.S., and Charles Brackett (1892-1969), U.S. screenwriter. Bim (Frank Faylen), The Lost Weekend, to Don (Ray Milland), who is spending his first night in an alcoholic ward (1945).)
We are born at the rise of the curtain and we die with its fall, and every night in the presence of our patrons we write our new creation, and every night it is blotted out forever; and of what use is it to say to audience or to critic, "Ah, but you should have seen me last Tuesday"?
(Michéal MacLiammóir (1899-1978), Irish actor. "Hamlet in Elsinore," The Bell (October 1952).)
I dreamed night after night that everyone in the world was dead excepting myself, and that upon me rested the responsibility of making a wagon wheel.
(Jane Addams (1860-1935), U.S. settlement house founder and social reformer. Twenty Years at Hull-House, ch. 2 (1910).
Describing an experience that she had at age six, in her hometown of Cedarville, Illinois.)
I had learned to have a perfect nausea for the theatre: the continual repetition of the same words and the same gestures, night after night, and the caprices, the way of looking at life, and the entire rigmarole disgusted me.
(Isadora Duncan (1878-1927), U.S. dancer. My Life, ch. 5 (1927).)
I think my wife ... is sure of my loyalty.... She knows how hard I work. She knows how tired I am every night. She knows I have fifty or sixty reporters watching me day and night.
(Jimmy Carter (James Earl Carter, Jr.) (b. 1924), U.S. president. The Wit and Wisdom of Jimmy Carter, p. 27, edited by Bill Adler; Secaucus, NJ: Citadel Press (1977).
Humorous speech at Long Beach, California, June 1976.)
It might be that some day I shall be drowned by the sea, or die of pneumonia from sleeping out at night, or be robbed and strangled by strangers. These things happen. Even so, I shall be ahead because of trusting the beach, the night and strangers.
(Janet Wood Reno (b. 1913), U.S. mother of U.S. Attorney General Janet Reno. As quoted in the New York Times Magazine, p. 44 (May 15, 1994).
Reno had "once walked 104 miles up the Florida coast alone.")
I've no time now, but believe me as surely as the moon will set and the sun will rise I shall kill you tomorrow night. I shall kill you even if you hide in the deepest cave of the earth. At ten o'clock tomorrow night, I shall kill you.
(R.C. Sherriff (1896-1975), British screenwriter. James Whale. Jack Griffin (Claude Rains), The Invisible Man, informationrming Kemp that he will pay him back for his betrayal (1933).
Full name Robert Cedric Sherriff.)
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944), French aviator, author. Flight to Arras, ch. 1 (1942).)