“Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.”
“I write so slowly, I could write with my own blood and not hurt myself.”
“Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.”
“Holding on to resentments is like drinking poison and hoping the other person will die.”
“Take one vial of my blood and I will not die. But if you continue taking it, one vial at a time... slowly... I will die, slowly. But make no mistake. I will die. It is the same with my rights.”
“You're in my blood like poison. And I'd die because of you.”