“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”
“Toward the evening the sky took on the same color as the fires. Everything took on that color, the sky, the buildings, even the ground. Just before the sunset the red in the sky would deepen to the color of blood. I imagined the sky bleeding. I imagined the heavens suffering with us. To this day a red sunset reminds me of the bleeding sky of Auschwitz.”
“You breathe and my heart stutters. You cry and my heart bleeds. You smile and my heart sings.”
“My heart bleeds buttermilk.-Daine”
“Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.”