Who hasn’t stood there, the world crumbling all around them, the rain coming down black and splashing the eyes with ink, and felt the heart go out of them? There’s a night that rises when our sun falls from which no day ever emerges again, and no wisdom can soar above it. Then you take the dark into yourself, or you pretend, and dismiss the extremities of light and dark altogether. For me, better the dark – seething, tumultuous, passionate, hard – than a life with neither one. Therefore, I choose a life in the black.
— Asher's Maxim 578