How magnificent the city is by the June moonlight! — after the streets are empty and silent. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens

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

A violet dusk slowly deepens, while bits of Tomorrow start sticking to the last pieces of Today. – Dr.SunWolf, 2015 tweet, professorsunwolf.com

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