The Truth Is That I Love Simon

Despite Everything, I Can’t Bear The Thought Of This Ring Being Lost Forever, Any More Than I Can Bear The Thought Of Leaving You Forever. And Though I Have No Choice About The One, At Least I Can Choose About The Other.

Damnit.' Isabelle, Standing In The Mouth Of The Alley, Her Wet Black Hair Like A Cloak Around Her Shoulders, Kicked A Trash Can Out Of Her Way And Glowered. 'oh, For Goodness's Sake,' She Said. 'i Can't Believe You Two. Why? What's Wrong With Bedrooms? And Pivacy?

Have You Told Eric And The Rest Of Them That—” “that I’m A Vampire? No. It Isn’t The Sort Of Thing You Just Drop Into Casual Conversation.” “maybe Not, But They’re Your Friends. They Should Know. And Besides, They’ll Just Think It Makes You More Of A Rock God, Like That Vampire Lester.” “lestat,” Simon Said. “that Would Be The Vampire Lestat. And He’s Fictional.

Glory?....glory Belongs To God Alone.

Jessamine Recoiled From The Paper As If It Were A Snake. "a Lady Does Not Read The Newspaper. The Society Pages, Perhaps, Or The Theater News. Not This Filth." "but You Are Not A Lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte Began. "dear Me," Said Will. "such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.