“You are the blood of our blood and the bone of our bone.”

“A is for Adam and E is for Eve. B is for bile, blood and bones.”

“So we are alone in our blood and bones and our thoughts. It seems we are separate if we want to feel that way. And yet we can look out.”

“We are covered in blood, girl. You know both our forefathers were slaves. Let us hope they've found mercy in their bone-filled graves.”

“All this time I'd thought we were strangers, and it turned out we knew each other intuitively, in our bones, in our blood. It was kind of romantic. Catastrophically romantic.”

“You asked me who I belong to," he whispered. "I belong to. Your blood is my blood, your bones my bones. The first time you saw me, I looked familiar, didn't I? Just like you looked familiar to me.”

“Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.”

“Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”

“You’re in my bones and my blood and my heart,” he said. “I’d have to tear myself open to let you go.”

“The stars baked my bones; The oceans culled my blood, And the forests shaped my lungs. Who am I?”