If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood-red. It's like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It's warm, and it stinks like shit, and it's unaccountably and endlessly good. Furthermore, it's thick, and it goes on for miles, and it isn't so much deep as bottomless, and it holds you in its grip, you never drown. And then it goes. That's all you know.

Inferno