from the studio

JOSE SARAMAGO, ALL THE NAMES, 1997

When we announce the beginning of something, we always speak of the first day, when one should really speak of the first night, the night is a condition of the day, night would be eternal if there were no night.

SUSAN MINOT, MONKEYS, 1986

Sometimes on still, black nights they had had throwing contests off the dock.  They threw stones into the thorofare and listened to hear them land.  Sometimes the darkness would swallow up a stone and they’d wait, but no sound would come.  It seemed then as if the stone had gone into some further darkness, entered some other dimension where things went on falling and falling.