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“There is beauty everywhere; even in the dark, there is light, and that is the rarest kind of all.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“This life is so complex that we rarely get to be the people we are truly meant to be. Instead, we wear masks and put up walls to keep from dealing with the fear of rejection, the feeling of regret, the very idea that someone may not love us for who we are deep in our core, that they might not understand the things that drive us.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“I must be irresistible. You can’t stay away from me for more than twenty-four hours.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“So,' he said, his lip curling. 'There are some things you deem worthy enough to kill for, Gianluca.'
Luca's reply came in one steady breath. 'Only one.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“Maybe you’re not so bad after all.’
He leant across the seat, jabbing his finger in the air. ‘If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“Do you ever take a holiday? Like, do any of you just wake up and think ‘Today feels like a pyjama day.’? or is it always, ‘Today is a good day for murdering and stalking.’?”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“I don’t care,” he replied resolutely. “I’m not punching Bambi in the face.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“You don’t really notice how many shadows there are in the world until you start being afraid of them.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“Aren’t you glad I have no respect for your authority?”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“You realize you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes?”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“I would go into the darkness with you, but you won't come into the light with me.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“You can’t avoid the inevitability of death. It comes at you one way or another, and takes us all to the same place in the end. To apologize for it is to apologize for the sun shining or the rain falling. It is what it is.”
― Catherine Doyle

“So, you care about me now,’ I said, meaning to make a joke of it, but it came out soft and low and full of something guttural that made me embarrassed. ‘Why?’
“Because I don’t know anybody like you. You’re like … a rare artefact. And it would be a shame if you got broken.’ Amusement spluttered from me in the most unattractive way. ‘Are you really comparing me to an antique right now? Oh my God, you nerd.”
He started laughing, and the carefree melody of it swept me up until I was laughing too, and it was absurd because our families were being threatened and murdered and there we were squished together in a hundred-degree heat outside a maximum security prison, and we used to hate each other and now we were laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes.
He composed himself first, but it took a while and I was left choking my laughter into silence. ‘What I meant was,’ his face twisted into a quiet smile that felt secret and deadly, ‘you’re a bright spark, Sophie. And I don’t want anyone to snuff you out.’
‘Oh.’ Well I couldn’t make fun of that. Was I supposed to say something back? Wasn’t that how compliments worked? The silence was growing and suddenly his words felt heavy and important and he was so close to me and I was perspiring and panicking, and … and I said, ‘And you’re kind of like a snowflake.’
Oh, Jesus Christ.
He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’
‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?’
‘Shut up. Seriously.’ I pulled wisps of loose hair around my cheeks. ‘Shut up.’
‘I think you were trying to tell me I was special.’
‘Icy,’ I said. ‘I meant you were icy.’
I could practically taste his glee. I was floundering, and he was relishing it.
‘And unique, in that you’re uniquely annoying,’ I added. ‘God, you’re annoying.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“I guess any halfwit could nail a game of ‘Spot the Falcone’. Just look for the shampoo-commercial hair or those I-might-murder-you eyes.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“Nice vest, Sophie,” said Luca, straight off the bat. “I can barely see you.”
“Luca.” I tore my attention away from Nic for the amount of time needed to throw his brother a contemptuous glare. “A pleasure, as always.”
[…]
“Ignore Luca. That’s just his bad attempt at trash-talking you,” Nic cut in, sending his brother a glare on my behalf.
“And my way of pointing out that she’s small,” Luca added.
“Thanks, Sherlock. I know I’m small.”
“Just making sure.”
“Do you even have a brain-to-mouth filter?” I asked.
“I try not to overuse it,” he returned blithely.
“Clearly.”
“Don’t cry about it, Day-Glo.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“You really are something else.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“I never considered myself an idiot until this very moment,’ I said, staring wide-eyed at Eden as we drifted towards it.
‘Really?’ said Millie, blinking heavily. ‘But you’ve done so many idiotic things already.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“One right doesn’t remedy a thousand wrongs.’

‘You should write a book of quotes.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“This life is complex that we rarely get to be the people we are truly meant to be. Instead, we wear masks and put up walls to keep from dealing with the fear of rejection, the feeling of regret, the very idea that someone may not love us for who we are deep in our core, that they might not understand the things that drive us,”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“The way you’re talking right now, you’re aspiring to my fist in your face!’ I yelled over my shoulder. I reached the door but he was there in a flash, sliding in front of me. He was so tall. So broad. So immovable. ‘Move,’ I hissed. ‘Or I swear to every god and planetary system I will hit you in your smug face.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“What have I done to make you hate me so much?”
He rolled his eyes again. “I don’t hate you. I nothing you”
― Catherine Doyle

“You mean to say a family of hot-tempered Mafia people are all cosying up with each other on a Saturday night to sit down and watch a movie about a family of hot-tempered Mafia people...? Is that really what you're telling me?”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“This life is so complex that we rarely get to be the people we are truly meant to be. Instead, we wear masks and put up walls to keep from dealing with the fear of rejection, the feeling of regret, the very idea that someone may not love us for who we are deep in our core, that they might not understand the things that drive us. I want to study the realness of life, not the gloss. There is beauty everywhere; even in the dark, there is light, and that is the rarest kind of all.”
― Catherine Doyle, Vendetta

“It is hardest to kill the man who has the most to live for.’ He took a pretend shot. ‘The empty, the soulless, the hate-filled enemies drop like flies. Those who love, and love hard, are the ones left standing.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“But as of this past month, I think something terrifying is happening to me''
'Oh?' I said, matching her pitch.
'Yeah.' She nodded solemnly at the road. 'I'm not sure yet, but I think, I think, I might be a Belieber now'
I clutched at my heart. 'Good God'
'His stuff is just so on point these days, what am I supposed to do? Not listen to it? Not sing along? I'm only human, Soph. A beautiful, hilarious, intelligent human'.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“It was called ‘We Wear the Mask’, by Paul Laurence Dunbar. I transcribed the first stanza and then started jotting down my reaction to it.

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

I used to wear masks so subtle I barely noticed them. A compliment to my mother after a dismal meal, a smile at my best friend when she sang out of tune, a forced laugh at my uncle’s bad jokes. I wore small masks that came and went, like fleeting expressions.

I am stuck inside the mask I wear now. I want to rip it off. I want to show my scars to the world, to unveil the ugliness that breathes inside me. I want to be unashamed. I want to be unafraid. But every day the mask gets tighter, and I suffocate a little more.

I stopped writing.”
― Catherine Doyle, Mafiosa

“You didn't care about the .... the name.'
'Not the name.'. He led my gaze, unfaltering, unblinking. 'Just the girl.”
― Catherine Doyle, Inferno

“i have no respect for your authority
-SOPHIE TO LUCA”
― CATHERINE DOYLE, Vendetta