Quotes from Libba Bray

That's some moon Stop talking about my ass, you beast.

Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?

Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.

Hasta la vista, bitch.

Before the Devil breaks you, first he will make you love him. Beware, little sister. Beware the King of Crows!

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 the night.

He loved her. Was in love with her. Had always loved her. And it seemed that she loved him, too. It was funny how the world could change on a dime like that. One minute, you were some poor chump pining after a girl you thought didn't feel the same way about you, and the next, you were lying together, arms entwined, chest to chest, so close you could feel her heartbeat under her soft skin. You were looking into her eyes and seeing your whole future written there.

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

But how did you fight an enemy who never fought fair? Didn't you have to break the rules to win against the Devil?

Will you punish me forever?

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.

Stories were power. And whoever controlled the story controlled everything. A story could bring people together, or it could tear them apart. It could spread like a sickness, infecting people. It could lead them into battle or shake them into seeing what they had refused to see before.

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.

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 whomever it touches and changed by them as well... You must come to know everything-even your darkest corners. Especially those...Everything has its price.

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.

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. And we are their temptresses.

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

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

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 accept a dare to climb a flagpole, or make a slightly risqué joke, or go riding in cars with boys—and suddenly she was "that awful O'Neill girl" all over again.

Oh shit! Can you say 'fuck' in a graveyard or will it jinx you with the undead?

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

It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.

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

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