“My blood ran with this ink...”
“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.”
“I ran my fingers over the black ink. "They're holy to you."Alex flexed his fingers. "They are now.”
“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”
“Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.”
“Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.”