“Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.”

“...and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”

“They held each other and kissed and pushed each others' darkness into the corner, believing in each others' light, each others' dream.”

“There had been an attempt to humiliate him. It had not succeeded. He had paid, but pain, like pleasure, has no duration. Pride was an entity more persistent.”

“Darkness was and darkness was good. As with light. Light and Darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being, in joyful rhythm.”

“There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.”