We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?
Blood RosesYou want Paradise, you gotta build it on war, on blood, on envy and naked greed.
The Book of Strange New ThingsHe never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestTo burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
Blood Wedding and Yerma