“Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being--not a slave's--coursing through his veins.”
“Harton thought that if one squeezed humanity through a wine press, its essence would flow out as drops of policemen.”
“Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.”
“Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.”
“Rage boils through my veins. My heart screams for blood. My hands tremble with the need to squeeze his throat shut.”
“Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.”