“At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.”

“Gather out of star-dust,
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust,
Not for sale.”

Langston Hughes (1902–1967) American writer and social activist

“A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.”

Carl Sagan book Cosmos

“Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning, Oxfordshire, 1973, goodnight…”

Vivian Stanshall (1943–1995) English musician, artist and author

“When the star dies, its eye closes; tired of watching, it flies back to its first bright dream.”

Dejan Stojanovic book Circling: 1978-1987

“To hide the wells from the beam of the sun,
She took the webs of silvery white
Herself had wove in the lone moonlight,
And threw them o'er, so that not one ray
Could lighten their depths with a glimpse of day;”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

“A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.”

Anaïs Nin (1903–1977) writer of novels, short stories, and erotica

“Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with”

Francesca Lia Block Missing Angel Juan

“The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space.”

George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement

“Flies used to be happy-go-lucky, on their own; the sun’s out, have a fly about. Now, there’s little attacks going on.”

Karl Pilkington (1972) English television personality, social commentator, actor, author and former radio producer