“The curtains decayedThe daylight poured inI was never afraidOf the darkness againMy burns were third-degreeBut I'd been set free'Cause grace had finally found its wayTo me”
“I'd seen another shade of him, and if it had been light where we were now, he'd have seen the same of me. So I was grateful, as I had been so often in my life, for the dark.”
“She stared at the dark shimmer of glass that faced the street. The Clares never pulled curtains. They were comftorable with the dark. But there was another kind of dark. The darkness of minds full of hate.”
“The book worm, the foreign-looking one with the dark, close set eyes an the Roman nose, who had never been sought after or cherished; who had always been left alone, to read.”
“Our passion is like what's described in my love letters: it's like coming home, finally, when I never even knew I'd been away.”
“We burn daylight.”