Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, we couldn't get much higher. Come on baby, light my fire - Come o…

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

for when women take revenge, it is with all their hearts and souls, not to mention considerable inventiveness and ingenuity