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“and when I took my fingers down, there was the stain of the tears, tinged with mortal blood. And already there was begun in…

— Anne Rice

“He could see now that she looked tired; the delicate tissue under her eyes bruised violet with fatigue. He fought an almost irresistible desire…

— Meg Rosoff

“At a guess I see that you may indeed be he: the light silver dew brings to clothe in loveliness a twilight beauty flower.”

— Murasaki Shikibu

“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the…

— Emma Törzs

“Singular Touch. With that singular touch of his precious warm hand, His finger slowly skimmed her porcelain cheek. As her eyes fell upon his…

— J.L. Thomas

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

— R. O. Barton

“She banged her knuckles until they ached to get the attention of the living flesh behind the glass, and would have smashed her fist…

— Toni Morrison

“He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of…

— Khaled Hosseini

“Then, I feel it; it was a hot that was like a burning sword, fine, slicing my skin in pieces, and not even my…

— Ana Plascencia

“He had not opened his eyes in the moment. Her touch had released some tiny increment of the poison bound up in him that…

— David Wroblewski

“I knew, suddenly, that I was someone else, with more elements. It surprised me that the touching of hands could do that: reveal to…

— Benjamin Nugent

“He lost the great big outward thing, the good- looking package, and the real parts endured. They shine through like crazy, the brillian mind…

— Anne Lamott