“My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.”
“The ache starts in my chest and spreads through my veins. The abuse I can handle; it's the happiness that cripples.”
“Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.”
“love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.”
“Please lift your snowy skies off my soul -Your diamond dreams slice through my veins”
“Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk. I was struck by that and meant to try it, but knew I shouldn’t waste the milk.”