“Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments.”
“She was spared the slow, steady droplets of blood that began to spatter the beds, drip, drip, drip, painting the white sheets in shocked flowers of red”
“With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong with that, right?”
“Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.”
“The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.”
“Meeting God in scripture has been like a divine intravenous feeding for me - a celestial I.V. that my son once described as an "angelical cord".”