Libba Bray Quotes

You are absolute angels of the first order. If I were Pope, I’d canonize you.” “The Pope would probably love to turn a cannon on you!

Adina appealed to the sky. "We asked for rescue and you sent us incompetent rockstar pirates with a broken ship and perfect abs?" "Thank you, God," Petra said.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

The world is only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your little cave, that's one less fighter on the side of fair.

Your mother and I do not approve of drinking. Have you not heard of the Eighteenth Amendment?” “Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.

She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.

If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.

Cash or check?” he said cheekily. Even the dullest Ohio girls knew that bit of lingo: Kiss now or kiss later? “Bank’s closed, pal.

Evie was so nervous that she downed her cocktail in two stiff swigs, then refilled her glass. Henry arched an eyebrow. “A pro, I see.” “What else is there to do in Ohio?

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?" "What's the point of that, Miss?" the waiter said. "Tomorrow morning," Mabel said.

There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.

You have a steady fella?” Sam asked after a bit. “No fella can hold me for long.” Sam gave her a sideways glance. “That a challenge?” “No. A statement of fact.

She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.

Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

The line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one,” Dr. Poblocki said. “When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?

Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.

Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if we first know where to look without flinching.

Did you hear? You are free." Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

Will you punish me forever?

A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.

Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?

There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.

What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.

Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.

A place to keep all your secrets

Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?

I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.

We create the illusions we need to go on.

I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

When I dream, I dream of him.

Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent." "Yes," I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. "But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.

I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

The key holds the truth

My cholera's acting up again.