“The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.” FirstsEarthFireTreeBloodAngelThirdsGreenForestsGrassBurnedTrumpetsHailGreen Grass Author:John the Apostle
“It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.... They both speak by and to the same organs; the bodies in which both of them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance, their affections are kindred, and almost identical, not necessarily differing even in degree; Poetry sheds no tears "such as Angels weep," but natural and human tears; she can boast of no celestial ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose; the same human blood circulates through the veins of them both.” HumansMaySaidBodyPoetrySpeakLanguageNaturalDifferencesBloodTearsPoetEssentialsDegreesAngelAffectionSubstanceProseOrgansShedCompositionVeinsBoastJuiceIdenticalCelestialKindred Author:William Wordsworth
“I should warn you, I’m an expert on vampires. I’ve seen every episode made of Buffy, Angel, and Forever Knight, so don’t think a little fang-flashing is going to scare me.” – Nell to Adrian Oh, my God! You bit me on the leg! You drank my blood! I am not an appetizer!” You are much more then an appetizer. You are a twelve-course banquet. – Nell & Adrian I slid my tongue around the glossy enamel of his teeth, pausing to stroke down the length of an elongated canine tooth. Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth? – Nell” ThinkingKnowsShouldLittlesMadeCoursesBitsKnow HowForeverBloodStupidKissingAngelYeahLegsTongueTeethVampireExpertsLengthScareTwelveEpisodesStrokesKnightsDrankFangsCanineBanquetsAppetizersPausingFrench Kiss Author:Katie MacAlister
“Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.” MadeBookBloodSeaTearsColorHairSixPagesAngelBlueFilledWingsListsNewspapersGoldenBubblesCriedShellsEasterItemsLaddersMarginsGrapesShatteredSpineWhalesEntryParagraphArrivalsMaidensGumBubble GumGolden HairShamrocks Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel
“Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.” ThinkingWantNeedsLongIdeasShowsHandsSpiritGirlEvilBloodPleaseBeatsAngelSkinsEarsBonesFleshDemonDesperateChestsZombieCravingFlesh And BloodEvil SpiritsSkin And Bones Author:Chuck Palahniuk
“Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood.” GivingHandsLightFormBloodPoetApproachModelsAngelGoldShedMuseLeafsFoldsLaurelsRecess Author:Federico Garcia Lorca