I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon. – Willa Sibert Cather
The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current. – Willa Sibert Cather
But in the end, in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean Im told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society… but in the end one knows one is alone, that one lives at the heart of a solitude. – Harold Bloom
The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life and one is as good as the other. – Ernest Hemingway
