“For my love, I will wade through an ocean of blood, even if it destroys me”

“You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.”

“Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?”

“It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933. Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears on fire, the snow swirling around me like a flock of angry nuns, I stopped dead in my tracks. The time had come to take stock. Fair weather or foul, certain forces in the world were at work trying to destroy me.”

“I knew, even as we touched that I had never wanted anything more in all my life. All my crabbed cravings were as a cupful of pond water beside the vast ocean of longing I felt surging through me. My head swam; my eyes blurred. I burned from the inside out as if my blood and bones were consumed with liquid fire.”

“Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.”