Quotes by Libba Bray

“I'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.”

“We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because ...”

“America had invented itself. It continued to invent itself as it went along. Sometimes its virtues made it the envy of the world. Sometimes it betrayed the very heart of its ideals. Sometimes the p...”

“The land has a memory. Every stream and river runs with a confession of sorts, history whispered over rocks, lifted in the beaks of birds at a stream, carried out to the sea. Buffalo thunder across...”

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

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

“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 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.”

“To each his own magic.”

“Forgiveness. The frail beauty of the world takes root in me as I make my way back through the woods, past the caves and the ravine, where the earth has accepted the flesh of the deer, leaving nothi...”

“I'm Sorry,' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.”

“What did I do to make Mommy leave?You didnt do anything. This isnt your fault.Then why? shed wailed.I dont know, her daddy had said, and he looked so sad.It isnt fair!No, it isnt, baby. Not by a mi...”

“Wow, I miss Latin. So much fun - all those exciting verbs that don't come unit the end of the sentence. It's like a movie trailer for language.”

“I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness set...”

“There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would like to give a few thoughts on what seemed to be the overwhelming question: WHY?And here is the bes...”

“Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.”

“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 anoth...”

“He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny.""What is it?""This."He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my wais...”

“Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell.”