Top 100 Libba Bray Quotes
#1. 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 beginning and no end.
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#2. When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.
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#3. I am staring into the hissing face of a cobra. A surprisingly pink tongue slithers in and out of a cruel mouth while an Indian man whose eyes are the blue of blindless inclines his head towards my mother and explains in Hindi that cobras make very good eating.
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#4. 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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#5. You evah hear of a magic screw?'
I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.
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#6. Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala, I say with an affected bow.
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#7. Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
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#8. One day, Evie O'Neill, you're gonna fall head over heels for me!
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#9. 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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#10. Lord, cat. Announce yourself next time. I don't have no nine lives.
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#11. Sam had a skill that often let him take what he needed. But you couldn't do that with love. It had to be given. Shared.
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#12. 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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#13. There's a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.
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#14. She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.
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#15. I don't get jazz. It always sounds like a bunch of toddlers let loose in a music room.
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#16. 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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#17. 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 till you scream in pain. Only with words. And zombies.
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#18. I know the English are terribly sentimental about the sea, but I can live without it.
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#19. 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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#20. I'm a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I'm not a slut or a nympho or someone who's just asking for it. And if I talk too loud it's just that I'm trying to be heard.
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#21. Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
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#22. I refuse to let the past find me here.
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#23. There are no girl books. There are no boy books. There are just books.
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#24. Ain't that the way of the world, now? Good luck turns bad. Bad luck turns good. Just a big rolling craps game played between this world and the next, and we the dice getting tossed around.
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#25. 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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#26. And please, stay away from those books you devour. They are putting the most fantastical tales into your head.
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#27. She hadn't meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.
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#28. Any good world would allow for us to have free will, yes?" he continued. "Can we agree to this point? But once human beings have free will, they also have the ability to make choices - and commit evil. Thus, this very good thing, free will, allows the possibility of evil into our fine world.
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#29. 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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#30. I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs.
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#31. 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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#32. 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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#33. 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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#34. The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.
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#35. There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.
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#36. When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.
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#37. It is all I can do not to confide to the girl closest to me: "If I should die during tea - asphyxiated by my own corset - please do not let them bury me in such a hideous dress or I shall come back to haunt you.
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#38. Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.
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#39. What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It's such a bother that it must be masculine.
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#40. Yes, fine," I say, feeling dead inside. 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 who isn't really here.
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#41. 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 floor like a grain sack. "You can't blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
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#42. 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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#43. It was funny how one afternoon with a best friend could set a girl right.
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#44. He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky
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#45. I don't know how to accomplish such a look. I find myself with a new fear: that I shall never, ever be this lovely.
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#46. 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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#47. 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 to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.
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#48. They're too tired for bathing, but they're not too tired for dreams. For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and the city hall to many dreams.
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#49. It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body.
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#50. I'm one of those people who has to write. If I don't write, I feel itchy and depressed and cranky. So everybody's glad when I write and stop complaining already.
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#51. Yes, after all, if I were to join you, I might enjoy myself, and wouldn't that be a shame? Please, don't spare me another thought.
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#52. Because there's nothing wrong with you ... that can't be fixed.
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#53. I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.
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#54. The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.
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#55. The world is a lie...not you and me.
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#56. There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie's opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.
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#57. Why does it always seem that I have only the shadow of my father? I'm like a child constantly grabbing at his coattails and missing.
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#58. Next I know, I'll be calling myself the queen of Romania and wandering down the lane wearing my bed linens for a cape.
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#59. 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.
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#60. There's an -or- in -whore- because you always have a choice to respect your body and say no.
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#61. 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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#62. Evie's eyes widened. More interesting than dope and sorcery?
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#63. What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?
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#64. I don't trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.
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#65. 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.
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#66. Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
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#67. I was a big reader as a kid, but it was 'Charlotte's Web' that showed me you could feel as if you were actually living inside a book.
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#68. 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 dorm room in her underwear.
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#69. - 'Music opens your soul, makes you ready.'
- 'Ready for what?'
- He smiles big. 'Exactly.
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#70. It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.
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#71. To those who will see, the world waits.
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#72. 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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#73. 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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#74. 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 in the garden.
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#75. One can never go back. One always has to move forward.
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#76. 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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#77. Hold up. How do you accidentally have sex with somebody?" Adina scoffed. "Is she all, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see your penis there'?
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#78. People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History
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#79. 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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#80. The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
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#81. Adina sat up. "It's denigrating and objectifying."
"No. It's eye shadow and lipstick and sex and mystery and magic and transformation and fun. And nobody's taking that away from me. You will pry my Petal Power lip gloss out of my cold, dead hands," Shanti insisted.
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#82. I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
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#83. Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.
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#84. 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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#85. She insisted on Knight for her last name. It made her feel strong and bold. A name of armor. For she would defend herself in this new life.
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#86. From the elevator, Mabel watched the old woman's bare feet hobbling away, a trail of salt and the lace hem of her nightgown left in her wake like sea foam.
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#88. Just once, she'd like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.
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#89. Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?
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#90. 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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#91. Weren't you wearing a purity ring when we got here? Aren't you supposed to be saving yourself?" Shanti asked.
"Yeah," Mary Lou answered. "And then I thought, for what? You save leftovers. My sex is not a leftover, and it is not a Christmas present.
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#92. 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 it's about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what's real.
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#93. There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another ...
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#94. I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.
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#95. 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 the eye could be misled, but that the heart was true.
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#96. The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
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#97. 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. Motivational ... stuff.
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#98. I told him Friday was a different religious occasion: Doctor Who. Hey, it's not my fault they don't have TiVo yet.
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#99. 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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#100. 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.
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