“Just take a look around you: Blood is flowing in rivers and in such a jolly way you’d think it was champagne.”

“The Stark River flowed around the oxbow at Murrayville the way blood flowed through Margo Crane's heart.”

“Oh yes. Blood is everything. But the only blood I'm interested in flows from my enemies. Look around you! These cats are bathed in blood. It soaks their fur and laps at their paws. This is the way we survive! We are BloodClan!”

“You think you know all there is to know about here immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.”

“The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.”

“Champagne?" Carl asked."You know we don't drink champagne, Carl." Ricky laughed."Yes, but I don't think it's polite in mixed company to gulp down glasses of blood.”