Libba Bray Quotes - Page 2

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.

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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.

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.