A Quote by Zawe Ashton

If you cut me open I bleed East London. — © Zawe Ashton
If you cut me open I bleed East London.
If you cut Jamie Carragher open, he'll bleed red.
I wanted to cut past the polemics and experience London's Muslim communities for myself. My first visit was to Tower Hamlets, an East London borough that is about 38% Muslim, among the highest in the U.K. As I walked down Whitechapel Road, the adhan, or call to prayer, echoed through the neighborhood.
People expect me to be that guy. But I'm more east London boy than east Baltimore.
I'm just a guy. If you hit me, I hurt, and if you cut me, I bleed.
I was an onion, layers and layers and layers under a thin, papery skin. If anyone had been able to cut me open, my bitter, irritating juices would have stung their eyes, and they would have cried. Although I couldn't cry myself, much at the time. But no one would cut me open.
As the most generous vine, if it is not pruned, runs out into many superfluous stems, and grows at last weak and fruitless; so dote the best man, if he be not cut short of his desires and pruned with afflictions. If it be painful to bleed, it is worse to wither. Let me be pruned, that I may grow, rather than be cut up to burn.
I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
We're inseparable, games and I. If you cut me, I'd bleed pixels. Or blood. Probably blood, come to think of it.
Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.
Famously in 1936, Oswald Mosley led a march of his British black shirts through a mostly Jewish neighborhood, in the east end of London. What resulted was what they called the "Battle of Cable Street", where Oswald Mosley and his fascists basically got the snot beaten out of them when East London rose up against them and beat them up.
Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.
If you cut him, (John Bunyan) he'd bleed Scripture!
They had to cut me open through my armpit and cut through whatever they had to cut through and get my rib out.
Ultraconservatism is, to me, so illogical. Everywhere you go, conservatives want to cut, cut, cut, cut - cut money for powerless people. So, that's the biggest problem I have with them.
If Rilke cut himself shaving, he would bleed poetry.
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