Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
together like lovers in kemmer,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.
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Context: Estraven recites Tormer's Lay, the verse that gives the novel its title.
Source: Chapter 16, "Between Drumner and Dremegole"
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