Blood is thicker than water, but they still use corn starch as a thickener on cooking shows
…people who don’t live at least a little bit in fear, have nothing left to live for.
Everything she wanted to tell her, was unable to tell her, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of her heart and be covered with blood, and then she poured all the blood into these syllables, and she offered it to her to drink like this : “You have it.
Red blood is just so hard to clean up”
“You would know” I snap remembering Shade. “Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands
Dreams are horrible, to don’t talk about nightmares they are more often. But there is always one gift from a person which you know is dead, that’s how it works and it will continue to work.
Jimmy: One day, when I’m no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It’s all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won’t be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It’ll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood.
All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Blood is thicker than water, I know, but it’s unnatural stuff to drink so much of. (“The Wife Of Ted Wickham
Shed not recklessly the blood of another with thy sword,
Lest the Sword on High falls upon thy neck.
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear