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).)
And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there.... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
(Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet, critic. "Patria Mia," New Age (London, Sept. 18, 1912).)
In some of those dense fir and spruce woods there is hardly room for the smoke to go up. The trees are a standing night, and every fir and spruce which you fell is a plume plucked from night's raven wing.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "The Allegash and East Branch" (1864) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 303, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)