Libba Bray quote

"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."

Libba Bray

Born: March 11, 1964

Occupation: Writer

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Everything is randomly connected.

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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...

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Why does everyone want to own me?" Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. "Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me...

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Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn’t speak too freely or behave…strangely?” I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children....

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There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.

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We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.

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But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

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Gemma, you see how it is. They've planned our entire lives, from what we shall wear to whom we shall marry and where we shall live. It's one lump of sugar in your tea whether you like it or not and you'd...

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Why should we girls not have the same privileges as men? Why do we police ourselves so stringently- whittling each other down with cutting remarks or holding ourselves back from greatness with a harness...

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

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All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

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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...

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It's knowing I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether...

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What happened to the winner" Adina asked. "She tripped." "And the first runner-up?" Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.

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There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.

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

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When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.

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You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.

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Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

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

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The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

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For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe's hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften...

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We create the illusions we need to go on.

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There in the city's steam-and-smoke-smudged harbor is the most extraordinary sight of all: a great copper-clad lady with a torch in one hand and a book in the other. It is not a statesman or a god or a...

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There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing....

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A place to keep all your secrets

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Really, being a librarian is a much more dangerous job than you realize.

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As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never...

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I have done what they expected of me. I have curtsied for my Queen and made my debut. This is what I have anticipated eagerly for years. So why do I feel so unsatisfied? Everyone is merry. They haven't...

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Ahem. Dear Jesus," Taylor intoned more fervently. "We just want to thank you for gettin' us here safe ---" There was a loud, gurgling groan. Somebody shouted, "Oh my gosh! Miss Delaware just died!" "---...

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Taylor clapped three times for attention. "Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, Miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something...

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Chin held high, Miss Ohio beamed at an imagined crowd. "I want to be a motivational speaker." "What are you going to motivate people to do?" Smile still in place, she cut her eyes at Adina. "You know....

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You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.

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My platform's called Don't Even Think About It. I go to schools and I say, 'Whatever bad thing it is you're thinking of doing, don't even think about it. 'Cause I can see into your soul, and I will hide...

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This is going to make such a great story: How I nursed a pirate back to health and my love saved him," Miss Ohio said with a contented sigh. "And then we can have our own reality show about our relationship."...

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What --- you don't believe in true love?" Petra asked. "The kind that can then be parlayed into awesome merchandising opportunities?" - "Beauty Queens

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Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?" Nicole asked. "You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and...

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You want to know what pain is? Try running out of Advil when you've got a Category Five period. I've had cramps that would make grown men beg for a bullet between the eyes." - Jennifer, "Beauty Queens

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

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There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.

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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.

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I'll try to communicate, Taylor said. She spoke slowly and deliberately. Hello! We need help. Is your village close? My village is Denver. And I think it's a long way from here. I'm Nicole Ade. Miss Colorado....

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Helloooo." Miss Ohio rolled her eyes. "I'm from the Buckeye State. We are serious about our tailgating parties. I can turn anything into a grill.

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And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.

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In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I’m stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie’s list...

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

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I hate this place,” Tiara whimpered. “It’s super creepy. Like a haunted Chuck E. Cheese’s where the games all want to kill you and you never get your pizza.

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One can never go back. One always has to move forward.

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

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

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When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

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It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.

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...I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.

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

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She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.

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What Hamlet suffers from is a lack of zombies. Let us say Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show up—Ho-HO! Now you’ve got something that stirs the, um, something that stirs things that are stirrable. BOOM!...

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You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot plastic...

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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.

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

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

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We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.

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What did I do to make Mommy leave?” “You didn’t do anything. This isn’t your fault.” “Then why?” she’d wailed. “I don’t know,” her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. “It isn’t...

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

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In this man’s smile was all the unfairness of the world in its thuggish seduction. “Just come with me. We’ll take care of you.” “No, you won’t.” Taylor stroked the man’s cheek. She reached...

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

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He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?

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I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.

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Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

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I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

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Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.

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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.

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Didn't you have any sadistic nannies who told you these tales to keep you quiet and well behaved at night? Heavens, what's to become of the Empire if governesses have lost their touch for scaring the wits...

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I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

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I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.

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A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a...

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Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

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I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats.

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If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I'd finish with something snappy like "And don't forget my soda, punk" while I strolled off into...

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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.

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We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.

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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.

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This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.

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Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.

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We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered ,...

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J.T Woodland, known as “the cute one” in The Corporation’s seventh-grade boy band, Boyz Will B Boyz. Due to the success of their triple-platinum hit, “Let Me Shave Your Legs Tonight, Girl,” Boyz...

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Taylor clapped for attention. “Miss New Mexico, let’s not get all down in the bummer basement where the creepy things live. There are people in heathen China who don’t even have airline trays. We...

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I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.

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HI. I’m from Arkansas, the cantaloupe state. And tonight, I hope you will hold my melons close to your heart and vote me your Miss Teen Dream.

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Feast for the Fisherman, the ultimate emo band. Said to be sold with a complimentary prescription for antidepressants and a free flatiron.

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DiscomfortWear™, shapewear designed to eliminate rills, ripples, and muffin tops. In some cases known to eliminate circulation and breathing. If you’re not uncomfortable, it’s not DiscomfortWear™.

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

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What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins...

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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.

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I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.

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

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Will you punish me forever?

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The sun has blessed you," Sarita used to say. "Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous." "The sun loves you more," I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color...

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It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.

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Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.

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...we're in English class, which for most of us is an excruciating exercise in staying awake through the great classics of literature. These works-- groundbreaking, incendiary, timeless-- have been pureed...

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

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All morning, Spence has been a well-oiled machine of activity. Everyone doing her bit, quietly and efficiently. It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanishes...

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Beneath the skin, there is fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A fierce longing for power. All of this. We are joined. It is as if we live in the center of a great storm. Around us the world of the...

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

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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.

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Simon, would you still care for me if you discovered I was not who I say I am?" What do you mean?" I mean would you still care for me, no matter what you came to know?" What a thing to ponder. I don't...

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

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The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air....

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Books are, at their heart, dangerous. Yes, dangerous. Because they challenge us: our prejudices, our blind spots. They open us to new ideas, new ways of seeing. They make us hurt in all the right ways....

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

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We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember....

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No person has ever held all the power. There must be a balance between chaos and order, dark and light. With the Temple magic bound to you, the realms are no longer in balance. The power could change you......

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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.

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Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power...

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...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

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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.

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There are always rebels and radicals, I suppose,' McCleethy allows. 'Those who live on the fringes of society. But what do they contribute to the society itself? They reap its rewards without experiencing...

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Learn to master yourself-to understand both your fears and your desires. That's the key to magic. Then, no one shall have any hold over you. Remember... the magic (sic)... is a living thing, joined to...

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But you've changed,' I whisper. 'Haven't you?' It is the scorpian's nature to sting. Just because he has no opportunity doesn't mean that he cannot.

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Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.

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Kartik places a sovereign in the lady's cup, and I know that it's likely all he has. "Why did you do that?" I ask. He kicks a rock on the ground, balancing it nimbly between his feet like a ball. "She...

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He said to tell you to remember your heart in all things, that it is where your honor and your destiny will be found. Does it mean anything to you?' It is something he would say from time to time-that...

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I'm sorry,' he says simply. 'People make mistakes, Gemma. We take the wrong action for the right reasons, and the right action for the wrong reasons.

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True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.

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Don't you? if you keep them from the magic, they will never know what their lives could be.' They will remain protected,' Asha insists. No, 'I say. 'Only untested.

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We're like pretty horses, and just as on horses, they mean to put blinders on us so we can't look left or right but only straight ahead where they would lead.

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There are times when I wish I could go back and change the course of my life. Make different choices...But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can...

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You and I, we must carry on, Gemma. I cannot afford the luxury of love. I must marry well. And now I must look after you. It is my duty." "If you wish to suffer, you do so of your own free will, not on...

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The mere suggestion of fame and fortune casts a glamour all its own. It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.

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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.

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She was chosen,' Mae insists. No, you're wrong,' I say. 'She was only a girl.'... She was gone for some time. You were the only force that kept her from turning completely. That's magic. Perhaps the most...

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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...

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She shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.

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It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.

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I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-" "The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl." He sounds bitter and sad. "If the world will not forgive me," I say softly, "I shall...

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It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do not see warmth or wisdom; I see fear. You're afraid of losing your hold on them,' I...

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The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make...

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People aren't always what you want them to be

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I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

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Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.

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...I took Advanced PowerPoint last semester. You guys are always misunderestimating me. I'm totally ready to handle the big stuff.

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When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological,...

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I knew it. You’re an alien,” said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. “Yes, I’m an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now I’m going to...

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I changed my mind. I don’t want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker.” “There are people who do that,” Duff said. He’d barely sipped his rum. “Really?...

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They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.

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The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.

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I refuse to let the past find me here.

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I am dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman's den.

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

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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.

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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.

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

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And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.

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

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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.

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

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

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

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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.

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Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those other...

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The Corporation would like to apologize for the preceding pages. Of course, it's not all right for girls to behave this way. Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in...

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You know what else is hot?" said a nameless blonde as she put her arm around the one black girl. "What?" "Bisexuals." "Totally. Well, not like real bisexuals who are just sort of your everyday people,...

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You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.

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What makes a girl a girl? What makes a guy a guy? Do you have to be what they want you to be? Or do you stop and listen to that voice inside you? I know who I am. I'm Petra West. And I'm a girl. You want...

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Adina gave a little shriek. "That fish just swam past my leg! Creepy! Where did it go?" "To your right! Two o'clock! Get it!" "You are officially the most bloodthirsty vegetarian ever.

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Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

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People see what they want to see when they need to.

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To each his own magic.

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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.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

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

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Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

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Libba Bray

If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.

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Libba Bray

I change the world, the world changes me.

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

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Libba Bray

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

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Libba Bray

Jeez, someone needs to push the reset button on this planet.

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You don't know me, dude," he says, not smiling this time. Gonzo examines his cards, prepping for his next move. "People always think that they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe...

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Libba Bray

As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house...

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Libba Bray

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

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The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with...

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Libba Bray

You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really...

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Libba Bray

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

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Libba Bray

Libraries are the torch of the world, illuminating the path when it feels too dark to see. We mustn't allow that torch to be extinguished.

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Libba Bray

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

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Thou shalt not steal. I seem to recall that being one of God’s I’d rather you didn’t lest I have to smite you into ash commandments.

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Libba Bray

These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.

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Libba Bray

My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.

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We're all damaged somehow."-A Great and Terrible Beauty

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No one can steal our dream.

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I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time."-A Great and Terrible Beauty

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They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

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Sheep. I'm stuck in a boarding school filled with sheep.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

On TV, talking heads wrung their hands over a lack of traditional feminine values and wondered if girls’ sports were to blame. Then they cut to a commercial featuring a sexy college coed vacuuming her...

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Libba Bray

Does my new feminism make me look fat?

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Live life as if today is your last day living. :-)

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Libba Bray

But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.

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In our travels, we have come across many equations--math for understanding the universe, for making music, for mapping stars, and also for tipping, which is important. Here is our favorite equation: Us...

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Libba Bray

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.

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It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.

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Libba Bray

Meraa mitra yahaan aaiye," he murmurs. I understand only a little Hindi, enough to know what he has said: Come here, my friend. I've never known a braver girl," he says.

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Libba Bray

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty....

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Libba Bray

Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it

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Libba Bray

Truth casts a spell of its own.

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Libba Bray

The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.

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Libba Bray

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?

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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....

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Libba Bray

I changed the world; the world changed me. Everything you do comes back to you. When you affect a situation, you are also affected.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

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Libba Bray

Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The...

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Libba Bray

In every end, there is also a beginning.

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Libba Bray

In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten,...

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Libba Bray

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.

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Oh, hello," Dr. M says, shaking Balder's hand. "Wonderful costume. I'm a bit of a role player myself on the weekends. Tell me, where did you get the helmet?" It was forged in the North, blessed by the...

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

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 settles...

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Libba Bray

Write like it matters, and it will.

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Libba Bray

So, now I've been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.

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Libba Bray

God doesn't like lesbians," Grandma Huberman hised, throwing the magazine in the trash. Jennifer knew what lesbian meant, and she knew she probably was one. But she couldn't understand why God would hold...

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Libba Bray

What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.

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Libba Bray

My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?

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Libba Bray

It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.

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Libba Bray

Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.

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Libba Bray

Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?

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Libba Bray

They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?

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Libba Bray

Free the snow globes!

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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 waist...

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Libba Bray

In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what...

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Libba Bray

No, I call. Come back. I'm here, he says. But I can't see. It's too bright. You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.

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Libba Bray

Nobody Wants to be themselves. That's why there's tv. -Ephigenia,

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

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Libba Bray

Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase...

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Libba Bray

Agent Jones switched to the big screen and a grainy video of MoMo sitting at his enormous desk, a swivel-hipped Elvis clock ticking behind his bewigged head. 'Death to the capitalist pigs! Death to your...

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Libba Bray

Gemma~Was he really looking at me that way? Kartik~What way? Gemma~Like a piece of ripe fruit? Katrik~You'd best be on your guard with him.

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Libba Bray

I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.

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Libba Bray

I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.

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Libba Bray

...I think we should find some kind of shelter; a cave or something." "I don't want to do that! What if there's like, a creature living in the cave?" Tiara said. "Seriously, I saw this show once where...

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Libba Bray

Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed.

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Libba Bray

Petra turned to her. "Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now!" Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze....

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Libba Bray

The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only...

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Libba Bray

I'm floating inside my skin. I could go on floating like this for days. Right now, the real world with its heartbreak and disappointments is just a pulse against the protective membrane we've drunk ourselves...

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Libba Bray

I don't know. Sometimes, I feel nothing, and I'm so afraid. Afraid I'll stop feeling anything at all. I'll just slip away inside myself...I just need to feel something" A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page...

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Libba Bray

Wow, you're awesome and The universe loves a winner, so the universe must really love you!

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Libba Bray

Dammit!" "What?" Gonzo sounds panicked. "We're out of gas." "You're Shithenging me." "I Shithenge you not.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream?...

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

- So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them...

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Libba Bray

She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.

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Libba Bray

...because really, sometimes the irony gods just get drunk.

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Libba Bray

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

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Libba Bray

How do people stay in love, anyway? Is it a choice? Or is it like those plants we studied in biology that mutate into something new and totally different but are still part of the same plant family?

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Libba Bray

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something...

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Libba Bray

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...

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Libba Bray

I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.

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Libba Bray

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

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Libba Bray

You're special. I'm special. The whole world's special, so don't you forget it. The universe wants us All to be happy, Full of smiles and all that stuff, All that stuff That's happy and smiley. So get...

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Libba Bray

I can be whatever. You can be whatever. We can be whatever. Whatever, together.

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Libba Bray

A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

That's what living in their world is-a big lie. An illusion where everyone looks the other way and pretends that nothing unpleasant exists at all, no goblins of the dark, no ghosts of the soul.

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he’s a terrible kisser to...

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

She was too much—for Zenith, Ohio. She’d tried at times to make herself smaller, to fit neatly into the ordered lines of expectation. But somehow, she always managed to say or do something outrageous—she’d...

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Libba Bray

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.

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Libba Bray

There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.

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Libba Bray

A pair of Blue Noses on the next bench glared their disapproval at Evie’s knee-length dress. Evie decided to give them a real show. She hiked her skirt and, humming jauntily, rolled down her stockings,...

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Libba Bray

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!

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Libba Bray

Next time we see you, you’ll be on trial for some ingenious crime!” Dottie said with a laugh. Evie grinned. “Just as long as they know my name.

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Libba Bray

She loved attention. It was like a glass of the best champagne—bubbly and intoxicating—and as with champagne, she always wanted more of it. Still, she didn’t want to seem like an easy mark. “If...

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Libba Bray

Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead; just very tired.

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You can’t blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?” Sam’s grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the...

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Libba Bray

Hey,” the cabbie yelled. “How’s about a tip?” “You bet-ski,” Evie said, heading toward the old Victorian mansion, her long silk scarf trailing behind her. “Don’t kiss strange men in Penn...

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Libba Bray

Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.

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Libba Bray

He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.

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Libba Bray

What took you so long?” Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Will’s attaché case. “I walked to Jerusalem for...

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Libba Bray

Memphis—it’s just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It’s what they do. It’s not following you, and it’s not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one...

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Libba Bray

Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.

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Libba Bray

I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.

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Libba Bray

I wouldn’t expect you to get it, Daisy. You don’t look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody’s gotta explain the pictures to you.” Daisy’s mouth hung open in outrage. “Well,...

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Libba Bray

Just once I’d like to meet a fella who isn’t a phony. Somebody who doesn’t wanna buy me a fur so he can show me off to his boys.

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Libba Bray

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally’s fresh cup of coffee.

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Libba Bray

Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.

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Libba Bray

How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.

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Libba Bray

Evie hadn’t always felt that way. For a year after James had died, she’d cupped his half-dollar pendant between her pressed palms and prayed fervently for a miracle, for a telegram that would say GOOD...

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Libba Bray

I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.” “So does mental illness.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

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?

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Libba Bray

Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.

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Libba Bray

Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed.” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

Hot off the presses, today’s headlines: The love of your life does not approve of my wanton flapper ways,” Evie said in a voice of affected mystery. “Really, Mabesie. You might want to reconsider—he...

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Libba Bray

The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk to...

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Libba Bray

Evie replied with an eye-roll. “Do you think you can manage to not steal anything while I’m gone?” “The only thing I’m trying to steal is your heart, doll.” Sam smirked. “You’re not that...

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Libba Bray

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?

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Libba Bray

I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.

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Libba Bray

With each shimmy, the bugle beads on their scandalously revealing costumes swung and shook. It was the sort of display Evie knew her mother would have found appalling—an example of the moral decay of...

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Libba Bray

Will was making a speech, something about having been young and careless once, the sort of thing old-timers said when they issued a deathblow, as if they thought their sanctimonious ramblings disguised...

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Libba Bray

I told myself it was the snow—she couldn’t possibly get to Philadelphia on the roads. I told myself a hundred lies. Children do that. It’s amazing the sorts of things you’ll make yourself believe.

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No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of...

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There is a hideous invention called the Dewey Decimal System. And you have to look up your topic in books and newspapers. Pages upon pages upon pages…” Uncle Will frowned. “Didn’t they teach you...

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I am creating an atmosphere! Oh, Unc, we’ve finally got bodies in this joint! Paying bodies. We could have a good racket going here.” “I’m not interested in a ‘racket.’ I’m an academic.”...

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

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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.

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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.

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Libba Bray

There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words....

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Libba Bray

For once, Evie didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was,...

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People tend to think that hate is the most dangerous emotion. But love is equally dangerous,” Will said. “There are many stories of spirits haunting the places and people who meant the most to them....

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In them, she saw the sham of her life laid out like a book, the foolish belief that she, that anyone, could escape the consequences of this world, could flee from death. That was the deceit. The true serpent...

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He told me that once, in the war, he’d come upon a German soldier in the grass with his insides falling out; he was just lying there in agony. The soldier had looked up at Sergeant Leonard, and even...

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Libba Bray

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

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She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d...

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

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Libba Bray

You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.

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Libba Bray

I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

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Libba Bray

People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History

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She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that...

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Libba Bray

But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

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Libba Bray

I'm a librarian, not an oracle.

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People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.

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Libba Bray

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

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Libba Bray

There is a dualism inherent in democracy--opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Different belief systems. All coming together to create this country. But this balance takes...

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The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

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We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

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Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.

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Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything...

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Libba Bray

The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World. I'm sixteen now, so you can imagine that's left me with quite a few days of major suckage.

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Libba Bray

Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?

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Libba Bray

Look, I know this seems a little half-assed...' 'No, dude. I'd be thrilled if this plan were half-assed. This is, like, no-assed.' 'You're right. It's the most no-assed thing I've ever done in my life.

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Libba Bray

Gonzo narrows his eyes. 'How often do you clean that thing?' 'Every night,' the waitress answers. Her smile is strained. 'That's it? Do you know how long it takes for Listeria to grow under those hot lamps,...

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Libba Bray

Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.

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Libba Bray

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

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Libba Bray

The library card is a passport to wonders and miracles, glimpses into other lives, religions, experiences, the hopes and dreams and strivings of ALL human beings, and it is this passport that opens our...

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Libba Bray

No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls...

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Libba Bray

There are no safe choices. Only other choices.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I was told you be the one to help me cross on to the next world." "Who told you this?" His eyes widen. "A fearsome creature with a head full of snakes!" "You musn't fear...

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Libba Bray

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

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Libba Bray

People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.

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Libba Bray

My cholera's acting up again.

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Libba Bray

The key holds the truth

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Libba Bray

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

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Libba Bray

It keeps her purity vacum-sealed to preserve its freshness for her future husband.

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Libba Bray

On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark,...

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Libba Bray

Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.

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Libba Bray

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.

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Libba Bray

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

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Libba Bray

Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting...

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

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Libba Bray

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

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Libba Bray

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?

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a peach...

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Libba Bray

Reality is a state of mind. To the banker, the money in his ledger book is all very real, though he doesn't actually see it or touch it. But to the Brahma, it simply doesn't exist the way the air and the...

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Libba Bray

It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such...

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Libba Bray

There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another...

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

You're quite tall.' Just what a girl wants to be reminded of.

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Libba Bray

All things are possible.

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Libba Bray

To those who will see, the world waits.

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Libba Bray

When I dream, I dream of him.

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Libba Bray

We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...

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Libba Bray

The vicar, whose name is Reverend Waite, leads us in prayers that all begin with 'O Lord' and end with our somehow not being worthy-sinners who have always been sinners and will forever more be sinners...

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Libba Bray

And for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.

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Libba Bray

I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy

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Libba Bray

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...

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Libba Bray

Heaven's brightest and best-loved angel, who was cast out for inspiring a rebellion against God. Having lost Heaven, Lucifer and his rebel angels vowed to continue fighting here on earth." "I don't understand...

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Libba Bray

What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and...

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Libba Bray

Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

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Libba Bray

In books, the truth makes everything good and fine. The good prevail. The wicked are punished. There is happiness. But it's not like that really, is it?" "No," I say. "I suppose it only makes everything...

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Libba Bray

Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

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Libba Bray

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.

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Libba Bray

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

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Libba Bray

The world is a lie...not you and me.

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Libba Bray

Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are right and just in their actions. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, Isaac, because he believed that God had commanded it. To kill your...

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Libba Bray

But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

The police have asked for my help. There's been a murder." "A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes," Evie said excitedly. "It won't be a minute.

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Libba Bray

Felicity ignores us. She walks out to them, an apparition in white and blue velvet, her head held high as they stare in awe at her, the goddess. I don't know yet what power feels like. But this is surely...

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Libba Bray

Women who have power are always feared.

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Libba Bray

She's no beauty, mate

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Libba Bray

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more...

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Libba Bray

Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.

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Libba Bray

It's as if I've inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling...

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Libba Bray

The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

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Libba Bray

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

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Libba Bray

Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.

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Libba Bray

There is no greater power on this earth than story.

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Libba Bray

Travel opens your mind as few other things do.

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Libba Bray

When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything:...

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Libba Bray

Because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.

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Libba Bray

Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.

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Libba Bray

I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

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Libba Bray

Ain't that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain't touched the big mysteries -- where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something truly miraculous happens,...

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Libba Bray

- 'Music opens your soul, makes you ready.' - 'Ready for what?' - He smiles big. 'Exactly.

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Libba Bray

To live is to love, to love is to live.

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Libba Bray

They would place their hands together inside the circle so that they could walk in each other's dreams. It forged a bond that could not be broken. The circle represents love in eternity. For there is no...

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Libba Bray

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

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Libba Bray

But...you could have whatever you wished." "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck. "But," I say, "you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage." Kartik puts his hands on either...

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.

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Libba Bray

She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition.

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Libba Bray

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.

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Libba Bray

Perhaps this is how girls fall -- not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps...

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Libba Bray

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

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Libba Bray

Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

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