Why I Adore the Night, by Jeanette Winterson

To be whole on earth is to embrace this exuberant darkness, the landscape we visit with every turn of day into night.

Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

"There are as many ways to be lost in the light as in the dark," says storyteller and poet Madronna Holden, who recognizes the peril that occurs when light loses touch with the principle of darkness.' On the cultural level we all too often have become lost in our spiritual, Apollonian, patriarchal, male perspective. Our roots in European

Walking at night is a consolation unless you’re worried about violence. Otherwise the night is a lightly woven blanket which covers and soothes. The source of its beauty is the same as the source of its danger: everything that exists in daytime exists at night but is now seen with a shallow depth-of-field or with a dimmer.