Thomas Engelhardt

“These summer nights are short. Going to bed before midnight is unthinkable and talk, wine, moonlight and the warm air are often in league to defer it one, two or three hours more. It seems only a moment after falling asleep out of doors that dawn touches one gently on the shoulder, and, completely refreshed, up one gets, or creeps into the shade or indoors for another luxurious couple of hours. The afternoon is the time for real sleep: into the abyss one goes to emerge when the colours begin to revive and the world to breathe again about five o'clock, ready once more for the rigours and pleasures of late afternoon, the evening, and the night.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, Mani: Travels in the Southern Peloponnese

“What’s your dog’s name?” “Oh, he ain’t got no name.” “Why’s that?” “I don’t like names,” the man said, looking down at his pet. “How do you call it?” Jim asked. “Call it?”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“A brave man helps. A coward just gives presents.”
― Stephen King, Fairy Tale

“There are times when hours are more precious than diamonds.”
― Patrick Leigh Fermor, Between the Woods and the Water