“There is something about the state putting the power to bully into the hands of subnormal, sadistic apes that makes my blood boil.”
“Rage boils through my veins. My heart screams for blood. My hands tremble with the need to squeeze his throat shut.”
“Simon blurted, "Can I put the dead hand in my blood?""May I put the dead hand in my blood," Adele corrected. "Yes, go ahead.”
“It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.”
“My blood boils for you. Stop this, at once. I know you are not playing.”
“Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.”