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“Blood began to flow, at first cautiously, as if embarrassed by its appearance; a few thin red lines exploring the gravitational trajectory of its…

— R.D. Ronald

“Red had a deep loathing of the night before them. He had been through so much combat, had felt so many kinds of terror,…

— Norman Mailer

“he failed to notice the faint stain left behind, the spot of blood in the crook of his elbow.”

— Hugh Howey

“Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have…

— Ritter von Leopold Sacher-Masoch

“In no case was there anything to show that he was afflicted with blindness and this in spite of the fact that he exercised…

— Franz Kafka

“Buried in research, eyes blood shot, wrists cramping... today was a good writing day.”

— F. N. Scott

“A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.”

— M.R. Gott

“The man had true-red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he moved with the subtle certainty that comes from…

— Patrick Rothfuss

“His forehead, however, was disfigured by what looked like a haphazard assortment of eyes, eight in number, of different sizes and shapes. They went…

— David Lindsay

“His eyes were the blue of the forget-me-not, and of a profound melancholy, save when he was plunging his hook into you, at which…

— J.M. Barrie

“We must admit that he had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have brimmed in them and widened them;…

— Virginia Woolf

“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.”

— Ronnell D. Porter