Life and light made up the interior, the realm of daytime. The exterior was darkness and night.

Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.

For every item that carries the darkness of humanity there's one that holds the light. And that light is worth believing in. Not just in others, but in yourself as well.

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth...