“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.”

“Before there is peace, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red.”

“Before all is peacefull, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red”

“Much blood has been spilled over words, and a great deal of it over the word ‘God.’ (125)”

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”

“Midsummer Night was roasting hot. The shore, of red granite, glowed with the heat; the dark blood of the earth seemed to be rising from below. There was a sharp, unbearable smell of birds, of cod, of green decaying seaweed. Through the mist the huge ruddy sun loomed nearer and nearer. And in the sea, dark blood welled up to meet it - in bloated, rearing, huge white waves. Night. The mouth of the bay between two cliffs was like a window. A window shutting out curious eyes with a white shade-white woolly fog. And all that you could see was that behind it something red was happening. ("The North")”