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

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

Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby. – Mary Chapin Carpenter

How long the night seems to one kept awake by pain. – Bernard-Joseph Saurin, Blanche et Guiscard, translated from French