“You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood…”

“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins”

“You’re in my bones and my blood and my heart,” he said. “I’d have to tear myself open to let you go.”

“My love is my soul's imagination…
how do I love you… imagine.”

“Corrupt my brother, will you? I'll see you in hell first, sir.”

“Everybody seems to be corrupt. In my time, we didn't have anything like this.”

“I'm having difficulty controlling my blood lust.”

“Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.”

“So you thought you’d come back, my wicked one. Where have you been?”
“In hell,” said Titus. “Swigging blood and munching scorpions.”
“That must have been great fun, my darling.”

“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.”