“Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.”

“Did you see her?" the Marid said nervously, looking at her with great dark eyes. "Our daughter. Standing on the Gear. Dis you see her?""What?" said September—and then she winked out, like someone blowing out a candle, and all the field was still.”

“Some will see your flame and want to blow it out...others will approach with a candle...”

“She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.”

“The more candles on my cake means I get a little more exercise in blowing them out.”

“You know what I want you to do? I want you to blow out the candle and curse the darkness.”