The lamp's not shining." He pointed at the glow on the wall. "That's the angel. He's blinking the lamp. - Angel Song

“…to know Keith is to love him. A lot of people seem to be especially disturbed by him, although I’ve never understood why. Does he make you uncomfortable?” There was no hint of judgment in her question, just curiosity.

"I think it’s time I started believing in something.”

Tearing out the old, icky stuff is hard, it's messy—ouch!" He dropped the hammer from his right hand and shook his left. "Ouch!" He danced around for a minute before regaining his composure, picking up the hammer and nail again, then looked at her straight-faced. "And at times it's downright painful. But you've got to be willing to go through the process if you really want to see a true change. Anything less is just a cover-up.