Bill Buford Quotes

The scar on my forehead is from running through a plate-glass panel when I was 15. I had 27 stitches, which took two hours.

I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.

I had some pretty substantial injuries.

I have a stab wound on my left hip and one on my thigh and a slash mark across my right calf. I have a bottle stab wound on my left calf.

I looked at my shoulder and saw a javelin stuck in it. I was in shock.

I was shot from the funny gun.

When I jerked it out the head remained in my leg, where it remains still. There were a couple of inches of blood on the shaft of the arrow when I pulled it out.

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds.

I busted my chin open trying to be Evel Knievel on my bike. When it happened, you could see straight through to the bone, I thought my dad was going to pass out. It left a scar that I still have now.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Before the old wound can be healed, there is fresh blood flowing.

I could see hunks of metal and rocks sticking out of my legs.

I think someone gets stitches in all my novels.

I've had both my eye sockets crushed, I've been set on fire, uh, that was not fun, I've torn a pec, torn biceps.

I bleed all the time. I play golf and stuff, so there's always something, nicks and stuff, here and there.

Sometimes people do get hurt

(Kiara sees Carlos' bleeding face)"Carlos! Oh my God, what happened?" "You still recognize me with a busted-up face. That's a good sign, right?

I lost quite a bit of skin on the left side of my body and sustained some deep cuts in my hand and around my knee, but the doctors were able to stitch it all back together. Luckily I didn't hurt my shoulder but I'm now at the point where the only thing on my body which isn't hurting is my bad shoulder.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

The burned hand teaches best.

The one thing all that battle taught me, is that no one walks away without scars. No one. (Bad Moon Rising)

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next "horrifying" event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound "heals" it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, "Let the scarring begin.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

Death laid its eggs in the wound