Quotes from Libba Bray

The hand you hold the longest is your own.

Quick answers often lead to quick regrets.

Is this all you want?" Sam asked bitterly. "A good time?" "You're one to talk!" "I like a good time. But not all the time.

If you would understand the present, you must come to know the past.

People will disappoint you, Gemma. The question to ask is whether you can learn to live with the disappointment and move on.

Nicole hated that she could never quite feel like she was just herself, just Nicole, but that she was somehow representing an entire race. That's how they saw her, as a "they" and not a "she.

Corro porque puedo, porque debo. Porque quiero ver hasta dónde puedo llegar antes de tener que parar.

Está celoso! Kartik está celoso y Simon me ve...apetitosa. Me siento complacida. Y desconcertada. Pero sobretodo complacida.

Whoever saves a life, it is as if he has saved an entire world.

Hold up. How do you accidentally have sex with somebody? Adina scoffed. Is she all, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't s ee your penis there'? Tiara squealed and waved her hands. Don't say that word! What? Accidentally? Sorry? Penis? Gah! Tiara put her fingers in her ears. What about phallic? Petra teased. Like, 'Yon volcano is quite phallic, Lady Tiara.' Tiara looked confused. Phallic means penis-like, Petra explained. Ooh, Tiara said.

She has a scent that is familiar and comforting, like all the things you wish you could take with you on your travels to make you feel less alone.

History was haunted by the ghosts of buried crimes, which required periodic exorcisms of truth. Actions had consequences. Will

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.

in a manner befitting your station while at Spence. It's fine to be kind to the lesser girls, but remember that they are not your equals." Station. Lesser girls. Not your equals. It's a laugh, really.

Don't tell anybody, but sometimes, I just don't want to sparkle.

Miss New Mexico stared, dumbfounded. Stand out? Stand out? I have a freaking tray stuck in my forehead! She broke into fresh sobs. 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 have a lot to be grateful for.

Mr. Babcock pats my shoulder. He smiles, and the caterpillar mustache — the envy of state troopers everywhere, I'm sure — straightens out again. I hear that on the weekends, he's a part-time security guard with mirrored sunglasses and a gun. He probably poses in front of his bathroom mirror to see how he looks saying Freeze!

Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you.

But she wasn't sure she wanted the responsibility of loving anyone right now. The truth was, she was afraid that when she fell hard for a boy, she'd lose herself along the way. She'd seen it happen to lots of girls. They'd go from drinking gin, driving fast card and boldly shimmering in speakeasys, to these passive creatures, who couldn't make a move without asking their beaus if it would be okay. Evie had no intention of fading behind any man.

The ground's soft with pine needles and the occasional crunch of a cone. The air smells like it's just been born.

We are the dead. We are the keepers of the stories. We hold the history of blood and promises. We are speaking. Are you listening? Will you hear?

Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world?

Why must we die when everything within us was born to live?

Very well, Your Ladyship Brooding St. Petulant