Quotes for All
She boasted the general battle-ax demeanor of an especially strict governess. This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after midnight, played a mean game of cribbage, and kept a bevy of repulsive little dogs. Alexia liked her immediately. Gail Carriger
How to make a scary movie human, take a movie like Sinister. How can I make that guy so real so that the scary elements of it are more scary and it functions as a genre movie – as the way it’s supposed to, you want to hear a ghost story at midnight, that’s a … Read more
A grandparent is the only baby-sitter who doesn’t charge more after midnight – or anything before midnight. Erma Bombeck
At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dressed in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern. … Read more
I am Midnight (cats stare dumbfounded) Erin Hunter
If Elmore Leonard met Jim Thompson down a dark alley at midnight they might emerge a week later with thick beards, bloodshot eyes and the manuscript for THE BIG O. Eoin Colfer
One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted – One need not be a House – The Brain – has Corridors – surpassing Material Place – Far safer, of a Midnight – meeting External Ghost – Than an Interior – Confronting – That cooler – Host. Far safer, through an Abbey – gallop … Read more
I ran to the children’s room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world … Read more
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped … Read more
Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over … Read more