Great robber though he was, Kandata could only trash about like a dying frog as he choked on the blood of the pond.
She saw the shallow lines beaded with blood in her long mirror, and when he told her that she was beautiful, she believed him.
Life’s a bitch and then you die and death’s a bitch too. Only my life was lovely and I miss it so much.
...it isn’t things and proximity, or even blood that holds us all together. What makes a family is love and loyalty.
She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.
Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.
But should you ever come to a time when you need to say something upon my behalf, say this, 'The last truth is that there is no magic.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against Fate. Death lays his icy hand on kings...
My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.
…I am left with less than one drop of my blood that does not tremble. I recognize the the signs of the old flame.
Allo, darlin’. Oi’m so glad to see it’s love at first sight for you, too.
Do not seek power for revenge. Seek power in order to avoid situations that would make you want revenge.
For her a day of pampering meant comic books, black liquorice, serious exercise, veggie curry and, above all, solitude.
Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.
Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.
Blood may be thicker than water, but it's certainly not as thick as ketchup. Nor does it go as well with French fries.
I will never leave you for I am intertwined in the fabric of you're being and my life blood's essence pulsates through your'e veins.
I can dip the pen in my own blood if I choose.
The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal. The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.
Nobody special had come around to replace Duane, and she was moping, going to bed alone every night with a box of Velveeta and a fork.
...free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply.
