Quotes from Libba Bray

When you live in Brooklyn, if you throw a rock, you'll hit a writer - Jonathan Safran Foer, Jonathan Lethem, Paul Auster.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

As a journalist, I am compelled to know the answers.""As a girl, I am compelled to protect what's left of my manicure, " Petra said.

To those who will see, the world waits.

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

I change the world, the world changes me.

You know that moment in 'The Matrix' when Neo takes the red pill and is plunged into the real world? That's what it felt like when I first read 'Watchmen' - like someone was taking a can opener to my head to make room for Moore's audacious brilliance.

I grew up doing theatre and spent a long time as a playwright. I still think very visually when I write.

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.