I’m not afraid of the darkness outside.
It’s the darkness inside houses I don’t like.

Sometimes it takes a walk through the darkness; to totally appreciate the light

Life is simply too short to live it less perfectly than it could be lived.

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

The light of day showed you the limits of possibility. But walk through the dark, the absolute, total darkness, and the possibilities were limitless.