On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.

Get up tomorrow early in the morning and earlier than you did today and do the best that you can. Always stay near me for tomorrow I will have much to do and more than I ever had and tomorrow blood will leave my body above the breast.

And I know this happens because I took economics and I'd explain it to ya but I flunked that course. Not my fault. They taught it at 8 o'clock in the morning. And there is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bloodshot eye.

There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south. If a man goes to the communion table and pays money into the treasury of the church no matter if it be the price of blood he is called religious.

I always think about which blood drive was going on in Georgia that day when that husband or mom or school teacher rolled up their sleeve and actually gave me a second chance at life. It's the ultimate gift of life and I'm the one who was on the other end.

I had so many offers after 'True Blood' for things that were someone in the same vein but nowhere near Alan Ball's vision. Or something that was over-the-top and fantastical. And I've always wanted to play the regular working-class mom and I've never really had the chance to do that.

I want to go to college to study journalism. I want to speak French fluently to travel. My mom was a journalist and it's in my blood.

Make no little plans they have no magic to stir men's blood.

Bloody Christmas here again let us raise a loving cup peace on earth goodwill to men and make them do the washing up.

What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.