“When sunset, like a crimson throat to hell, is cavernous...(“A Wine of Wizardry”)”

“Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.”

“Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon—orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow like a living thing.”

“I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.”

“And her sweet red lips on these lips of mineBurned like the ruby fire setIn the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wetWith the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.”

“And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart”