“Let your imagination bleed”
“Only when you slice your soul open and let it bleed and bleed and bleed will you finally see your passion.”
“The moon likes secrets," Meran said. "And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations.”
“Let your imagination release your imprisoned possibilities”
“It's having hope which requires having guts. So wear your heart on your sleeve and if it bleeds, let it, so long as it still beats.”
“Do you have a finger stick?” she snapped. “No.” “Then let me cut your finger.” “You’re already bleeding,” I said. “Use your blood.”