Quotes from Libba Bray

So, ah, who's the lucky girl?" Sam asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. When Jericho ignored him, Sam grabbed one of Jericho's Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. "Oh, Jericho," he said in a high-pitched voice. "Take me in your arms, you big he-man, you!" "Please put General Meade back in Gettysburg. You're changing the course of the war. And it's just a date.

And farther still, in the vast prairies mythologized in the American mind, a figure stood shadowed in the dark, biding his time, a scarecrow awaiting harvest.

Lord, cat. Announce yourself next time. I don't have no nine lives.

I can see those… hideous beasts coming out of the burning walls. I hear Naughty John telling me—warning me—about my own brother! He knew about James, Sam. When I stand still, I see all of it. So I don't stand still, and I certainly don't go looking for more. And every night before bed, I pray for those pictures to go out of my head. When the prayers don't work, I ask the gin to do it.

People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.

The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house.

Isn't this what happens in the movies a lot? There's some old dude or woman who tells your fortune and is all, 'Oh, you're gonna die or make a boatload of money or meet a girl. Now give me all your cash'?" Boz yammered. Mrs. Smith bristled. "I can tell your fortune right now without even consulting your palm." "You can?" "Yes. You are an idiot. You will always be an idiot.

but then I was so utterly entranced by our discussion of Einstein's relative theory - Relativity, Ling corrected quickly under her breath. - that I completely lost track of the time. Funny, Ling whispered. What? Henry said. Lost track of... Ling shook her head, never mind.

Just ducky!

Do right. It's what Ling's mother would say. But in times like these, how could you know what was right? Ling sat on the steps for a while longer, watching Alma's champagne-colored dress swish down the street. Only when Alma rounded the corner did Ling let out the chocking sob. Good-bye, she whispered. Nearby, the bird watched her intently.

Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, Need anything? 'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'No. Thanks. I'm good.

We've the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic's greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit.

Well, now, you see, I have a firm policy that I never drink hot cocoa by myself. It's against my religion. You have a religion? Ling sniffled. Well, no. Not really. But if I did, that would be the first commandment.

I read a lot.' 'Me, too. One Hundred and Thirty-fifth Street Library,' Memphis said, a little cocky. 'Seward Park Library,' Ling answered in kind. 'It's like you're picking baseball teams for books,' Sam said.

There's nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.

Yes, what's the good of a messenger you can't understand?" Felicity complains. "Why, just once, can't one of these haunts simply say, 'Hello, Gemma, frightfully sorry to bother you, but I thought you might like to know that Mrs. X is the one to watch out for—she'll eat your heart. Cheerio!

People will believe anything it it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.

She is the elephant's eyebrows

I suppose it's all in how you define patriotism. Some say that's only saying good things about your country. Others say that it's speaking against what you feel is wrong with your country and trying to make a change.

People who were helpful and indispensable were loved. Weren't they?

Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?" Nicole asked. "You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and if it's longer than three sentences or she's expressing her thoughts about some topic, she usually ends with, 'Sorry for the rant' or 'That may be dumb, but that's what I think.

Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.

But as he listened to the moans and cries of those around him, he understood that hope was not a concept of faith meant to bring man closer to God but one of denial and delusion meant to keep him from accepting that God did not exist.

I know the English are terribly sentimental about the sea, but I can live without it.