Nightside the Long Sun Quotes

“All beds became deathbeds at last.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

“Don’t nobody ever want it to rain,” the nearest of the sellers of beasts remarked philosophically, “but everybody wants to go on eatin’.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

“The gem, which he had supposed colorless, caught a ray of sunlight from the god-gate in the roof and flashed a watery green. For some reason, it reminded him of her eyes. He put it to his lips, his thoughts full of things that could never be.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

“All this and much else besides, lovely and appalling, blood red and living green, yellow, blue, white, and velvet black, with minglings of other colors and of colors he had never known.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

“Pas had built the whorl for Men, and not made men, or women, or children, for the whorl.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

“I am to expect no help from him. I AM help.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun

“Where was he now, old Patera Pike? Where did he sleep, and did he sleep well there at last? Or did he wake as he always had, stirring in the long bedroom next to Silk's own, his old bed creaking, creaking? Praying at midnight or past midnight, at shadeup with the skylands fading, praying as Viron extinguished its bonfires and its lanterns, its many-branched candelabras, praying as they were forfeited to the revealed sun. Praying as day's uncertain shadows reappeared and resumed their accustomed places, as the morning glories flared and the long, white trumpets of the night silently folded themselves upon themselves.”
― Gene Wolfe, Nightside the Long Sun