Same thing I wanted last night.

Sure.

Tonight it's raining as hard as it was then.

Same old Saturday night.

Eat tonight...

Two cerebral haemorrhages in the same night, the same area.

You're still my enemy tonight.

So tomorrow night, we go out, get drunk, pass a good time.

You know my friend who works here? Dawn? Someone killed her last night.

Well, a year later I returned, and using the same protocols and recording under the same conditions,

The lengths of day and night are the same today.

You saved my life yesterday morning.

They put her into the nursing home unit.

Remember?

Someone called him a half dozen times the night before he was killed.

And that you kidnapped me on that same night.

This town is really dead at night.

It's over?

And tonight, with Lisa in the cabana... it started to happen again.

You can live almost exactly the same life as you did before except you'll be awake at night.

And we all do this a little differently, which is why we can all look up at the same night sky and see this and also this and also this.

Yin and yang are both necessary, like night and day, for the functioning of the world.

I suppose so, yes. Then isn't it possible that on some previous night you might have seen the same boy and remembered him?

There were two zombies holding me like the thing we saw tonight.

The teenage friends stayed up talking all night.

Tom and I both had the same dream last night.

Last night, me and Tom dreamt the same dream.

There's still some nights he doesn't come home,just like before.

He was deeply in debt. And he and his family skipped town.

What if, out there, others are asking and answering similar questions?

I'm meeting some men tonight to pay them. I want someone with me.

Do I close the program or multiply these kids?

Oh, and they're just as unhappy about last night as I am.

I want a father who s the same in the morning as he is at night.

So let us find release in the madness of art, and reconnect with the quiet pleasures of country life.

Sitting here at night, watching the romantic lights of the oil refineries.

With the amount of methylamine that we got last night, we could make 4½ pounds a week for... well, for the foreseeable future.

What happened to now?

Tonight... is a special night.

Evening

Night

My first stroke of luck! Anyhow I meant to sleep in this house to night.

Night...

The night.

One more picture while I'm stinking and thinking about the Riverside Church