John

“What hath night to do with sleep?”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“But no. It didn't suit him. She should have known. He was not a one for fastening. For holding closed. Neither was he dark. Oh no. He was emberant. Incarnadine. He was bright with better bright beneath, like copper-gilded gold.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Laying in the dark, she wondered what the day would bring. Some days were trumpet-proud. They heralded like thunder. Some were courteous, careful as a lettered card upon a silver plate.

But some days were shy. They did not name themselves. They waited for a careful girl to find them.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things