Writers should cut as close to the vein as possible. The readers don’t want to be covered in your warm sticky blood, but they want to come as close to it as possible.

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

When those guys have the lead, they smell blood. No one expected anything from us.

Though it cost the blood of millions of white men, let it come. Let justice be done.

The pain that we cause is the cause of our pain.

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend’s blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. “I...

I want people to know that blood tests alone won’t always detect thyroid disease. My blood panels were normal. I think a lot more people have this disease than are diagnosed.

Assange is not a ‘journalist’ any more than the ‘editor’ of al-Qaeda’s new English-language magazine ‘Inspire’ is a ‘journalist.’ He is an anti-American operative with blood on his hands.

Immanuel, God with us-that He would leave the spiritual realm and be present in the flesh and blood in such an act of humility is a staggering notion. As it is, He willingly gave His...

The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the...

What is blood but the wine of life?

He is so old that his blood type was discontinued.

The first morning Simon had been at Amatis’s house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him. “Blood,” he’d said, in a heavily accented voice. “For you. Fresh!”Simon...

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

Perhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.

I gave blood today. It came gushing out of my nose. And anus.

If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse?

Many people’s conditions deteriorate after using the three-drug combination because they also got hepatitis B from blood selling and the drugs do further harm to the liver.

Beautiful night, isn’t it, Police Girl? It’s especially beautiful if you’re a bloodsucker.

They want to suck your blood,” Rob says in a Romanian accent.Jaden snorts. Too bad humor won’t help them out of this mess.

What I have is P.H. positive chronic myeloid leukemia, which is an aberration in your white blood cells.

She stood above the sink and broke the Swarovski glass frame – a wedding gift – with her hands. Her thumb got cut. As blood drops fell into the sink, like mercury balls she thought,...

A brave heart doesn’t pump coward’s blood.

It’s weird when you wake of from a bad dream and everything is still bad.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong...

It you taste nice I may bite!

Maana halisi ya falsafa ya ‘Nitakuwa tayari kufungwa kwa ajili ya matatizo ya watu’, au Falsafa ya Kufungwa, ni uvutano mkubwa uliopo kati ya Roho Mtakatifu na Roho wa Shetani kwa sisi wanadamu wote. Jambo...

She swallowed his blood, a dark vintage from some forgotten cellar. She felt like Persephone in Hades, pomegranate seeds bursting against her teeth, juice rolling on her tongue, and the more she had, the more...

One of the greatest lessons we can learn in life is how to keep mute when the boiling ring of anger is dropped within us

Yesterday I donated blood. It wasn’t my blood—I found it in a discarded tampon.

And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.

Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn’t move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly...

Blood is thicker than water, and so is diarrhea

Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries,Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan’s blood.The midnight miner in the secret seams,Limb, life, and bread.- Rhondda Valley

Fresh blood at midnight isn’t red. It’s a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.

So with ‘There Will Be Blood,’ I didn’t even really feel like I was adapting a book. I was just desperate to find stuff to write.

You are covered in blood,” Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. “It makes me tense.” There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side.”Wow. You...

I think sometimes all the charities are doing is mopping up the blood. It’s a shame.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.

I’m a man born to blood and pain, and peace would be a killing blow for me.

And second, keep in mind that you are a weapon. In theory, when you’re done with training, you should be able to kick a hole in a wall or knock out a moose with a...

…And her tears turned into blood, because what she was losing was thicker than water.

I’m glad he’s got Morgan blood in him.

I’m itching for battle—with a mosquito bite. The only thing in life I’ll scratch at more is the need to be loved. I’m so bloody needy.

I am a single drop of blood trying to mix in with billions of red paint splatters in this Pollack painting called life. I think the cops are trying to frame me.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of...

I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to...

The woman had gasped beneath his heavy body. He rubbed against her, lubricated by the warm, sticky liquid, but as her body gradually grew cold, he felt as though they’d been glued together. She seemed...

—¡,Me buscabais?!—Así es, Gryal Ibori.—¡Pues aquí me tenéis! —gritó furioso, con el alma ardiente y la voz quebrada. Estaba cansado de todo y de todos. Sólo quería ver a Lorette, reunirse con ella y estar...