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  • #91
    Casey McQuiston
    “In an hour, every person in America will be able to look at a screen and see their First Son and his boyfriend.
    And, across the Atlantic, almost as many will look up over a beer at a pub or dinner with their family or a quiet night in and see their youngest prince, the most beautiful one, Prince Charming.
    This is it. October 2, 2020, and the whole world watched, and history remembered.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #92
    Casey McQuiston
    “Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart, There's so much of you.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #93
    Casey McQuiston
    “As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #94
    Casey McQuiston
    “What?" Henry shouts over the noise when he sees the look on Alex's face.
    "My life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person," Alex says, wheezing.
    "What?" Henry yells again.
    "I said, you look great, baby!”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #95
    Casey McQuiston
    “I want you—"
    "Then fucking have me."
    "—but I don't want this."
    Alex wants to grab Henry and shake him, wants to scream in his face, wants to smash every priceless antique in the room.
    "What does that even mean?"
    "I don't want it!" Henry practically shouts. His eyes are flashing, wet and angry and afraid. "Don't you bloody see? I'm not like you. I can't afford to be reckless. I don't have a family who will support me. I don't go about shoving who I am in everyone's faces and dreaming about a career in fucking politics, so I can be more scrutinized and picked apart by the entire godforsaken world. I can love you and want you and still not want that life. I'm allowed, all right, and it doesn't make me a liar; it makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self-preservation, unlike you, and you don't get to come here and call me a coward for it.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #96
    Casey McQuiston
    “You are a delinquent and a plague. Please come.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #97
    Casey McQuiston
    “It's not one of the posed shots- it's one he didn't even realize had been taken, one he definitely didn't think would be released. He should have given the photographer more credit. He managed to capture the moment right when Henry cracked a joke, a candid, genuine photo, completely caught up in each other, Henry's arm around him and his own hand reaching up to grasp for Henry's on his shoulder.

    The way Henry's looking at him in the picture is so affectionate, so openly loving, that seeing it from a third person perspective almost makes Alex want to look away, like he's staring into the sun. He called Henry the North Star once. That wasn't bright enough.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #98
    Casey McQuiston
    “I think perhaps Hamilton said it better in a letter to Eliza:

    You engross my thoughts to intirely to allow me to think of anything else- you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream- and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #99
    Casey McQuiston
    “He kisses Henry until it feels like he can’t breathe, until it feels like he’s going to forget both of their names and titles, until they’re only two people tangled up in a dark room making a brilliant, epic, unstoppable mistake.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #100
    Casey McQuiston
    “On the map of you, my fingers could always find the green hills, Wales. Cool waters and a shore of white chalk. The ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. Your spine's a ridge I'd die climbing.

    If I could spread it out on my desk, I'd find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and I'd smooth it away and you'd be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. I get the nomenclature now- saints' names belong to miracles”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #101
    Casey McQuiston
    “The first slide says: SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION WITH FOREIGN MONARCHS: A GRAY AREA. Alex wonders if it’s too late to swan dive off the roof.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #102
    Casey McQuiston
    “Christ, you are as thick as it gets,' he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #103
    Casey McQuiston
    “I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #104
    Casey McQuiston
    “If there's any legacy for me on this earth, I want it to be true.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #105
    Casey McQuiston
    “But he thinks about Henry, and, oh. He thinks about Henry, and something twists in his chest, like a stretch he’s been avoiding for too long.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #106
    Casey McQuiston
    “Henry leans down to meet Alex’s mouth, and Alex is. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.”
    Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

  • #107
    Matthew Woodring Stover
    This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it.
    It is a story of love and loss, brotherhood and betrayal, courage and sacrifice and the death of dreams. It is a story of the blurred line between our best and our worst.
    It is the story of the end of an age.
    A strange thing about stories—
    Though this all happened so long ago and so far away that words cannot describe the time or the distance, it is also happening right now. Right here.
    It is happening as you read these words.
    This is how twenty-five millennia come to a close. Corruption and treachery have crushed a thousand years of peace. This is not just the end of a republic; night is falling on civilization itself.
    This is the twilight of the Jedi.
    The end starts now.

    Matthew Stover, Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith



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