The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. — Stephen King

Shaken and alone, enwrapt in the darkness, terrified of an ultimate meaning rushing at him, he gathered himself and uttered the final answer on that subject: “NEVER!”“THEN LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And there was light, crashing in on him like a hammer, a great and primordial light.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

It was a blade of grass. But it was purple.