Loss and possession death and life are one There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

Not the torturer will scare me nor the body's final fall nor the barrels of death's rifles nor the shadows on the wall nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless unfeeling world.

Even in the valley of the shadow of death two and two do not make six.

There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.

Like many of you I've always been slightly obsessed with vampires dating back to the prime-time series 'Dark Shadows ' which I followed avidly as a kid.

It feels quite cool in a mad way to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.

As far as I'm aware everybody in the shadow cabinet accepts that there's a compelling case on climate change and a strong scientific case.

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod my shadow does that much better.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends and where the other begins?

We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows the light and darkness which that thing provides.