If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

But when he’s cut, I bleed.

We are also human beings. If you prick me, I will feel pain. We have lives, hearts and families and we feel pain

We are made to bleed and scab and heal and bleed again and turn every scar into a joke. We are made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again and sit around and laugh until we choke.

Clutch the bramble and you will be pricked.

When he is wounded, I bleed. {page 262 of John Adams}

It is when we hurt that we learn.

If you cut him, (John Bunyan) he'd bleed Scripture!

We're all curious about what might hurt us.

he can make every word he speaks draw blood,

Pain has a way of making us more honest.

Yes, he's a prick, but he sure can hit. God Almighty, that man can hit!

We will peck them to death to-morrow, my dear.

Whether or not Big Brother is watching us, we certainly have to watch him, which may be even worse.