“Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat”
“Beat on the doors until you get what you want. Beat on the walls until your fists bleed.”
“If you could make God bleed, people would cease to believe in him.”
“Be yourself, until you bleed.”
“Love' was a word I had cheapened with overuse over the years, bleeding it dry of meaning by saying it purely from force of habit, or to convince myself of something of which I was far from sure. I wanted to wait until the words started to feel meaningful again before I used them.”
“I'll beat you like a red headed stepchild.”