In her absolutely splendid novel Alif the Unseen, G. Willow Wilson has a character ask whether a given book counts as eastern literature. In reply, Vikram the Vampire says, “There is a very simple test. Is it about bored, tired people having sex?” When the character confirms that the book does, Vikram proclaims it western literature. It’s terribly clever, but omits a key subgenre: bored, tired people being terribly violent.
"It was impossible not to see that the love scenes were filmed like murder scenes, and the murder scenes like love scenes... It occurred to me that in Hitchcock's cinema... to make love and to die are one and the same."
"Steve, shooting a gun is just like being intimate with a woman. First you inspect it to make sure it is clean. Then you grab it by the butt and jam the magazine in. If it doesn't fit, make it."
— Stan, American Dad!, "For Whom the Sleigh Bell Tolls"