Quotes from Libba Bray

Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.

inside everyone was the chance to change the world. It sat like a seed eager to grow into greatness.

Bloody clothing is often a clue that something has gone awry.

He's jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me ... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.

He imagined that one day he'd hear that his parents were gone and feel only a vague sense of loss. How could you mourn something you'd never really had?

I still want to cry when I hear Sam's voice. Sam raised an eyebrow at Evie's jibe. She smiled back.

Little Warrior: You can do this. I believe you can.

Trust me: If God exists, he'll know I'm faking it.

When people talked about family as something special, a place where you belonged, a dull anger nipped at Henry, a feeling that he'd been cheated of this basic comfort.

Kartik feels like a country I want to travel—vast, dangerous, and unknown.

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.

Did everyone from your little Hans Christian Andersen village look the same?

You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.

It had been a thudding bore of a day; rain had kept Evie inside at the museum, where she amused herself by rearranging the books on one shelf according to a taxonomy only she understood.

We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. This light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.

Oh, Evie, you're too much,' people said, and it wasn't complementary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time.

I don't go for the bogeyman. There's plenty of evil to fight in life without having to make up devils and demons and ghosts. If you believe that there is Evil in the world, capital E, doesn't that take away your belief in free will? I still maintain that people have choices. To do right. To have hope. To give hope

The Diviners must stand, or all shall fall.

Maybe he would kill one of them for fun. Maybe not. Mood was everything.

I'm tired of everyone deciding what's for my own good!

So, what's your type? Gonzo asks a few minutes later. ... Staci Johnson. Dude, I feel like I need to shave my insides when you say that.

The steam trains crossed the country, the gleaming tracks clumsy sutures across wounded miles of stolen land.

Every girl was once a prinsess

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.