Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

Sometimes it is better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.

Esk felt that bravery was called for, but on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight.

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.

We sometimes hear of things that can travel faster than light. Something called 'the speed of thought' is occasionally proffered. This is an exceptionally silly notion especially since the speed of impulses through the neutrons in our brain is about the same as the speed of a donkey cart.