“I think with my blood.”
“I think I've reduced the amount of blood in my caffeine system to an acceptable level.”
“And I'm thinking about the old man. He'll be pounding on the glass right about now... or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But he'll be pounding and... will there be blood? I like to imagine so. Yes, I rather think there will be blood. Lots of blood. Blood in extraordinary quantities.”
“Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?”
“You think my blood is the only tie between us?"[...] "This is our true tie. You're meant for me, and I will have you.”
“Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.”