“It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.”

“You know how I see it? There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing--light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light...I guess from my point of view, we can choose to be in the dark, or we can light a candle. And for me, Christ is that candle.”

“Mother Mary," he breathes. "How you shine." I shake my head. "The light is yours. Right now you can't see it because you sit in shadow, but all I do is reflect you.”

“But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can't see one without the other.”

“If I can do things right, I don't see why everyone else can't.”

“No, I call. Come back.I'm here, he says.But I can't see. It's too bright.You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.”