“The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.”

“The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?”

“On 11 November 1997, Veronika decided that the moment to kill herself had — at last!”

“On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain”

“I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn’t put a book down, and that was a tragedy.”

“It is come—the last day and inevitable hour for Troy.”
Venit summa dies et ineluctabile tempus Dardaniae.

“To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.”

“I wanted every word to last for hours, every gaze to last for days.”

“Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.”

“Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.”