Provoni raged and roamed the outskirts of the galaxy, searching, in his wrath, for something vague, something even metaphysical.
An answer, to so speak. A response. Thors Provoni yelled into the emptiness, dinning out his noise in hope of a response.
—PHILIP K. DICK, Our Friends from Frolix
 
Close the door tight, brother;
the night will be long.
—JOSÉ ÁNGEL VALENTE, Punto cero