“When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.”
“Red my memory, red my despair. Red my nights, red my bloody pain. What would I become without you, colour of my entrails?”
“For the thirst to possess your love,Is worth my blood a hundred times.”
“Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.”
“Criminals have the same aspirations as everyone else. That's why they become criminals.”
“Mr Phipps seemed to think criminality was passed down through the generations like a stutter, or a squint, or in my case red hair.”