To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night. – Paul Simon, “A Poem on the Underground Wall”

I rise and turn back…. leaving the rest of the world to coyotes who are now running across the mountain together, howling and yipping behind me, calling for the frozen night to come. – Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild

What I take from my nights, I add to my days. – Leon de Rotrou, “Vencelas,” translated

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. – Jorge Luis Borges