Quote by Annie Dillard

“I ran up the stairs, shedding pieces of my suit as I went, determined for a shower, resolute in washing away what I’d just…

— Fisher Amelie

“I was covered with blood. It dripped mournfully from my body, with pain and sorrow in every drop.”

— R. O. Barton

“Blood never forgets. It has a memory of an ancient path toward home.”

— Carolee Dean

“And I'm sure There was blood in the gutter from somebody's head Or else it was the sunset in a puddle,”

— Christopher Fry

“The girl looked at the mess she had made, at the ax, the shattered immortal, and the gouts of dark blood all around, and…

— Tamora Pierce

“What I didn’t know back then, is that I was cold. I’d turned off the longing, knowing that if I let one bit of…

— Suzanne Palmieri

“They were a sorry-looking bunch. Their clothes were in tatters. Their flesh was ripped. They were filthy beyond filth. For once, they looked like…

— Maggie LaCroix

“There was a memory and a promise of blood in the air.”

— Clive Barker

“DUMB AUTUMN SMELLS. The marguerite, unbroken, passed between home and chasm through your memory. A strange lostness was palpably present, almost you would have…

— Paul Celan

“A tear rolled down my cheek. If you died, I realized just then, it would mean that I’d be the keeper of our memories.…

— Jill Santopolo

“My time was growing short. I could feel it. And I could see it in the sad, worn faces of those I passed by.…

— Loren Niva

“I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare…

— Graham Greene