The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights I have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens.

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark - a sated, navy-blue woman - but the grass was jittery with the expectation of dawn.

The grey sky had changed a little in character now. It was dimly interspersed with twinkling points of pale luminosity. Most of these points were so blurred and indistinct that it would have been hard to catch them again at a second glance in the same position in the vast ether. They were like nothing on earth; and to nothing on earth could they be compared. They were the stars, not of the night but of the twilight.

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Outside, the night lay coiled in the street, cobra-cold and scaled with stars.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

May the stars watch over you.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me want to dream.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.