“No DifferenceSmall as a peanut,Big as a giant,We're all the same sizeWhen we turn off the light.Rich as a sultan,Poor as a mite,We're all worth the sameWhen we turn off the light.Red, black or orange,Yellow or white, We all look the sameWhen we turn off the light.So maybe the way, To make everything rightIs for god to just reach outAnd turn off the light!”

“Maybe we're always changing.""Maybe we're always performing.""Then who are we really?" I wondered. "At the end of the day, with the lights off, all alone, which of those personalities that we take on and off are real?”

“All of a sudden, we’ve lost a lot of control,’ he said. ‘We can’t turn off our internet; we can’t turn off our smartphones; we can’t turn off our computers. You used to ask a smart person a question. Now, who do you ask? It starts with g-o, and it’s not God…”

“They were on the highway, lights flashing, sirens blaring. 'Maybe we should go in quietly and not tip him off. Just a suggestion.''Just clearing the way. I'll cut the lights and siren before we turn off the highway.''I see the heavy traffic,' Lev said. There wasn't a car on the road.”

“We're better off for all that we let in.”

“Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.”