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“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“Bursts of hope make despair harder to live with.”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold.”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“She has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.â€�
“Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“Or maybe the ugliness is in us.
That's just the way we are.
Underneath the pretense of civilization.”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“You have to remember that there are reasons to live, and that at least a few people are decent, and that the world is worthwhile some of the time, okay?â€�
I raise my face to his, wanting another kiss, but he stops me.
“You will remember?�
The balloon bumps downward again. His eyes are still closed.
“Why don’t you open your eyes?�
He opens one and squints at me for a second. “I’m terrified of heights,â€� he says.”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“Thank you for stitching me up" I say.
"I seem to have a talent for it.”
― Bethany Griffin, Dance of the Red Death

“Sit". I gesture to the chairs.
"I need to tell you something".
"You adore me and are having trouble keeping your hands to yourself?" he suggests.
"No". But my seriousness is lost on him.
He sits and pulls me close. "I'm having trouble keeping my hands to myself”
― Bethany Griffin, Dance of the Red Death

“Araby is good at getting men to sleep beside her without anything... happening”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“You're April's closest friend. I wasn't expecting you to fall into bed with me, but the two of you haven't exactly
been living a chaste lifestyle.
"I was". My voice is small.
"What?"
"Chaste. I made a promise."...
"So there you are, drinking and taking drugs to the point of incapacitation, and you've been missing out on the
best part of debauchery?"
"I wouldn't know"
"If you want to know, tell me”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“Will leans forward, pulls off his mask, and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad I was the one to save you this time
" he whispers.”
― Bethany Griffin, Masque of the Red Death

“My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”
― james joyce, Dubliners

“I always thought about you. From the night I took you home. I never really stopped thinking about you.”
― Bethany Griffin, Dance of the Red Death

“Birkaç geliÅŸigüzel laf dışında hiç konuÅŸmamıştık onunla, ama adı çılgın kanıma bir çaÄŸrı gibi geliyordu.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners