"Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon.
"No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it."

he can make every word he speaks draw blood,

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad?

All he does is drink blood.

I have trouble listening to what he [that is, former Vice President of the United States Dick Cheney] says sometimes because of the blood that drips from his teeth while he's talking.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

There was a man sitting or kneeling on Sampson's window-sill, and looking in, and I thought he was beckoning…He looked as if he was wet all over: and," he said, looking round and whispering as if he hardly liked to hear himself, "I'm not at all sure that he was alive.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

"For a while he sat idly outside his door brooding in the spring sun.

In "The Lost Phoebe"."

I suppose I try and write in blood a lot of the time. I suppose a lot of it is violent in that if I get angry about something, I don't try to hide it.

I keep thinking about blood. I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.

In agony unknown He bleeds away His life; in terrible throes He exhausts His soul. "Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthani?" And then see! they pierce His side, and forthwith runneth out blood and water! This is the shedding of blood, the terrible pouring out of blood, without which, for you and the whole human race, there is no remission.

While the dull talk idly streams,
He sits upon the bank and dreams,
Till some careless word that's said Finds a fellow in his head...

But when he’s cut, I bleed.