It often seems to me that the night is much more alive and richly coloured than the day.
A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.
Whatever gets you through the night it’s alright, it’s alright.
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.
He that riseth late, must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night.
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.