Time can only rob us of the things we can touch; it can't rob us of the things we feel.
Chips of Red PaintTerry loved candlelight dinners and red wine. It was a nice contrast from work. And killing people.
Everyday PsychopathsFirst I was decayed, I was putrefied. Kept thinking I could never live on, now that I had died...
The Girl on the Red PillowA brick could be used instead of a red light. They’re both red, and I’d run both with equal fervor.
BlanketYour heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestWhatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestLive by your impulses, and you'll be just like them. You're better than that, aren't you, Red?
Red Rider's Hood