Por la noche los pensamientos tienen la desagradable costumbre de escapar de su correa y correr libremente.

The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the sky over there.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

When the dawn was still long hours away, bad thoughts took on flesh and began to walk. In the middle of the night thoughts became zombies.