“There are two kinds of music. One comes from the strings of a guitar, the other from the strings of the heart. One sound comes from a chamber orchestra, the other from the beating of the heart's chamber. One comes from an instrument of graphite and wood, the other from an organ of flesh and blood. This loftier music I speak of tonight is more pleasing than the notes of the most gifted composers, more moving than a marching band, more harmonious than a thousand voices joined in hymn and more powerful than all the world's percussion instruments combined. That sweet sound of love.” WorldHeartKindTwoMovingSpeakSoundVoicePowerfulBloodSweetThousandBandInstrumentsNotesGuitarWoodsFleshTonightStringsComposerOrgansGiftedOrchestraChamberHarmoniousHymnsFlesh And BloodPercussionMarching Band Author:Michael Jackson
“FOAM OF THE DAZE is a novel like no other, a sexy, innocent, smart and sweet cartoon of a world which then begins, little by little, to bleed real blood until, in the end, the blood turns out to be our own. I read it nearly thirty years ago in its previous incarnation as Mood Indigo and I loved it then; it's still one of my favorite books in the whole world” WorldYearsLittlesStillsBookRealEndsWholeTurnsNovelBloodSweetSmartYears AgoMy FavoriteSexyMoodWhole WorldInnocentThirtyCartoonIncarnationThirty YearsFoamFavorite BookIndigoDaze Author:Jim Krusoe
“Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels. But. Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.” GirlFeltHurtNovelBloodCrazySweetSkinsSplitsIt HurtsZombieThis GirlCrazy Girl Author:Jodi Picoult
“The hunt isn't sustaining me. It's flowing blood that I really crave. The sweet taste of red succulent liquid mixing with the salt of my beloved as it drips and dances on his flesh. To know that someone will ache for me as much as I hunger for him and eternally satiate each other. I want someone to satisfy my hunger forever.” KnowsWantForeverBloodSweetTasteRedHungerFleshBelovedSaltAcheHuntsCraveLiquidMixingSustainingSucculents Author:Ellen Schreiber
“He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.” LongEnoughRichBloodSweetComfortKissingChocolateSmoothMistakenDeliciousHunts Book:Blood and Chocolate Source: Blood and Chocolate
“A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.” IfsFirstsSoulEndsMomentsStoriesDreamRememberLiteratureNamesBeliefForgetPiecesBloodTalentSweetSucceedPaperFirst TimePraiseHotAcceptedMiserableVanityMealsPoisonThe End Of The DayThat MomentNever ForgetRoofDoomedCoinsPrintedSweet Poison Author:Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.” HeartFireBloodMinesSweetRedWineRoseLipsWoundsWetBurnedLampsBleedingShrinesCrimsonRubiesLotusesRed LipsRed WinePomegranates Book:The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose