Warriage

"Will you WARry me, Josephine Clark?"

"Our marriage will last, wars gave birth to it after all, and my dear, wars never die, they live in history books, with our pain, traumas and victories... Love dies, not wars."

"His rough hands, mercilessly kill and wash with blood, they are a noose...
But all I remember is that they touche me and travel me eagerly and tenderly."