Night Quotes - Page 335

Ranger Smiled. 'You want me to be Superman? Spend the night with me.

Sometimes there's a lot of tangents because I forget what I'm going to say so much. Sometimes there's very little tangents and stuff for some reason, and then some nights it's all tangents and I can't find my way, and then sometimes I wind up just talking about something completely extemporaneously and then never mention it again ever. It's just completely different.

I should also say, in general, I just drank a lot. I shouldn't characterize it as "to get the courage to perform." It was just an in-general nighttime activity. It definitely made it easier when I started doing stand-up. It was just much simpler to do a couple of shots. It made my nerves go away, for the most part. It just was something I sort of relied on for about the first four years.

Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.

I feel like my life is just passing me by like two ships in the night. And I have missed both boats.

I think judgment is from within. It's not a God judging. Someone who is nasty - they're the one who has to sleep at night.

Somehow it just don't seem fittin' for a bridegroom to spend his weddin' night in a tree.

Whether I'm traveling or at home in Seattle, my days rarely play out as it looks on my Outlook calendar - there's almost always something unexpected that comes up. But when I'm in town, my day usually starts at about 6 a.m., which is brutal for me because I'm really a night owl at heart.

Nay," cried Bingley, "this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning.

Your countenance perfectly informs me that you were in company last night with the person, whom you think the most agreeable in the world, the person who interests you at this present time, more than all the rest of the world put together.

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

Riley. How bad has it been?" "Just fabulous. The demonic kitten really made my night.

There's a difference between writing, the written word, and music. When you have the blank page it doesn't make a sound, which is like what happens to me every night when I'm playing. There is that crazy moment: the first mark you make on the page. But sound can inspire sound, in a way that words can't inspire words - at least for me. The nature of sound itself is still a huge mystery to me. I'm very happy about that.

I have a good time watching Nick At Night with the old shows on there. I love to see I Love Lucy, although I've seen them many, many times. I think it's a security factor, it's like your blanket.

Sometimes I want to go into Saturday Night Live and rewrite some of the sketches because they're really not that good.

My personal beliefs were shaped more by experience and by watching the news when I was young: images of angelic-looking college students in Mississippi crying like the world was ending because black people were being allowed on their campus; the slow mounting horror of Vietnam on the evening news every night; sitting with my parents in front of the TV and being appalled at the way the Chicago police were treating the protesters during the '68 Democratic convention. Being eyed with suspicion because of my age and the way I wore my hair.

I don't care who wins, I'll fight either one of them. As a matter of fact, I'll fight them both on the same night if they want.

Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night, half of them wounded and barely alive. Just nine out of twenty was headed for home, with eleven stories to tell.

But you certainly don't have perspective. And there's so much pressure going into that opening night because you know there's journalists, tons of acquisitions people, and the fate of your film in some ways, if not decided, is really affected by how it screens that night.

And I was constantly trying to stay in body, so to speak. It feels very surreal, and I go away to a happy place where I'm there but not really there. I was just trying to enjoy the night, I guess is what I'm saying. We had a lovely after-party.

Iggy’s spine tightened, his face like ice. When he’d been at the School, they’d tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.

We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug faces (that I wanted to smash!). -Fang's Blog

I didn't much like Las Vegas. The noise of the place and the whole 24-hour, 'let's play the slot machines all night' culture of the place just left me cold.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it.