Libba Bray Quotes


Type: Author

Born: March 11, 1964 (age 52)


Libba Bray is the New York Times bestselling author of "The Gemma Doyle trilogy" ("A Great and Terrible Beauty", "Rebel Angels", "The Sweet Far Thing"); the Michael L. Printz Award-winning "Going Bovine"; "Beauty Queens", an L.A. Times Book Prize finalist; and "The Diviners series". She is originally from Texas but makes her home in Brooklyn, NY, with her husband, son, and two sociopathic cats.

Libba Bray Quotes

I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.

I change the world, the world changes me.

They have money and position and Ann has none.It's amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.

Write like it matters, and it will.

Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.

The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unacceptable.

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we're not even high

But we can't go back. We can only go forward.

I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.
Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

To those who will see, the world waits.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.

I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.

I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?

I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.

I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.

Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.

And afterward, in the small cabin, they'd do this, this tangle of bodies, this blurring of the edges that kept people distant and lonely.

You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really - taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a wonder we do it at all. And yet..

We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away-our stories. I guess that's what I love about books-they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.

Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.

Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.”
“How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.

New Maxi-Pad Pets. Accessories for your period.
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in your pants.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it's nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen's health. Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.

War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.

People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.

I've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.

I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don't want to look like a troll, do you?

When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.

And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

Just once, she'd like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.

Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.

Centuries of fighting, and for what? I say. "Today it ends. I can't live in fear any longer. I've cursed this power. I've both enjoyed and misused it. And I've hidden it away. Now I must try to wield it correctly, to marry it to a purpose and hope that is enough.

Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?"
Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again.
It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. "They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses.

Perhaps it is only the light. Perhaps it is the power of the realms at work through me. 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 first we know were to look without flinching.

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