Your party kicked so much ass!Even though you suck so much! It's like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!
Just sayin' you got a hot nature, little girl. Quick to anger, quick to lust. Some people are just like that - hot-blooded.
What did you think of him?" Cade asked. "Give me some credit," Zach said. "Guy’s more full of shit than a duck pond.
I think I might have to place you under arrest for trespassing. But I always go easy on pretty girls who confess.
If I were to be elected World Leader someday, I’d wear an outfit made of Band-Aids, as a symbolic gesture of sticking together, healing, and the blood soon to be spilt.
I wrote a thesis on love, and I wrote it in lipstick. Of course, I also got blood on the paper, because the lipstick was still attached to her cheating lips.
Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.
The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.
You drank my blood." With one arched brow, Rachel seared Rees with her stare. "Yes, but only because he commanded it.
There, did you think to kill me? There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. Farewell.
That's the trouble with you preachers," he said. "You've all got too good to believe in anything," and he drove off with a look of disgust and righteousness.
That belief in Christ is to some a matter of life and death has been a stumbling block for readers who would prefer to think it a matter of no great consequence.
The law's a necessary evil--we canna be doing without it--but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?
...knowing what o'clock it is gives ye the illusion that ye have some control over your circumstances.
Like plumbing, medicine is a profession where you learn early on not to put your fingers in your mouth.
Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it
The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.
No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.
Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water, but mine are boiling; and the sight of such chillness makes them dance
Diet corresponding to blood type, not food hype.
Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining her feet. The stars touched midnight.
