#blood

Our nation's blood supply is safer than it's ever been, and it's getting safer as we speak. ↗

— David Satcher

#blood #ever #getting #nation #our

Your wife is psychotic." "Michaela is just angry. Anger does fascinating things to a woman - not two react the same." "Yeah, well, she's overreacting. With a knife." He nodded with a small, almost nostalgic smile. "It was my wedding gift to her. The handle is ivory." Sick bastard. "Well, at least my murder weapon will have sentimental value." "That's actually an honour, you know." "I'll keep that in mind as my life flashes before my eyes. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#rachel-vincent #anger

The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. ↗

— James Shirley

#armour #blood #crooked #crown #death

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

#caesar #flowers #hyacinth #mortality #rose

When you're doing a film, it's your film and it's, you know, your blood and - is in it along with everybody else's, and it's the greatest picture ever made when you're shooting it. It's only after the critics and then the public say you were wrong that you realize that you were wrong. ↗

— Richard D. Zanuck

#along #blood #critics #doing #else

Then I heard another shot which hit him right in the head, over here, and his head practically opened up and a lot of blood and many more things came out. ↗

— Abraham Zapruder

#blood #came #head #heard #here

She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes of the deeds they cradled with the strings of their young hearts. She’d inhaled the night itself, those around her doing the same, and so all become one. No disharmony. No discordance. Nothing to shatter the cause; nothing to unearth the beauty. So as we together ascended that front porch, allowing the glow behind the blown-out windows and the odious steams plunder us from through the cracks...time forgot to distill us, and our steps became as silver as glass. I could no longer deny the boiling words of my blood: tonight would be the beginning of a very long road indeed. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#destiny #drugs #ecstasy #escape #faith

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #kmm #business

It's kinda hard to get yourself into a good three-toweler when you got the dick of death. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#humon #simon #vampires #death

Camels can go many weeks without drinking anything at all. The notion that they cache water in their humps is pure myth—their humps are made of fat, and water is stored in their body tissues. While other mammals draw water from bloodstreams when faced with dehydration, leading to death by volume shock, camels tap the water in their tissues, keeping their blood volume stable. Though this reduces the camel’s bulk, they can lose up to a third of their body weight with no ill effects, which they can replace astonishingly quickly, as they are able to drink up to forty gallons in a single watering.” (pp.69-70) ↗

— Michael Benanav

#bloodstream #body-tissues #body-weight #camels #death