Quotes from Libba Bray

La línea entre la fe y el fanatismo está en constante movimiento -respondió el profesor- ¿Cuándo se convierte la fe en justificación? Cuándo se transforma el derecho en lógica y la cruzada en delito?

Memphis's eyes fluttered open. Theta's eyes were wide, and she was crying. 'Did I hurt you?' She laughed through tears. 'You could never hurt me.

But forgiveness... I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hop and keep it close, remembering that in all of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're all our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion, fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. no one can live in the light all the time.

Si Evie había aprendido alguna verdad a lo largo de su corta vida, era que el perdón era más sencillo de buscar que el permiso. Aunque tampoco tenía intención de pedir ninguna de las dos cosas.

Dreams are where we will meet again. In love, in yearning, in fear. Dreams, like countries, are ideas: all reality gestates first inside a dream. Dreams are information for those who read their tea leaves come morning. They are tiny little maps of souls. Of every secret, we push aside while we are awake.....Dreams know you better than you know yourself.

what we do not study and reflect upon, we are in danger of dismissing or forgetting. What we forget, we are often doomed to repeat. Our ghosts, it seems, are always with us, whispering that attention must be paid.

Creen que me conocen, pero no es así.

My aunt says you should only pray to Jesus. Blind Bill grunted and spat. You think the white folks' god is gonna help you? You think he's on our side? I don't think anybody's god is on our side.

No me interesa. El amor es un lío, niña. Deja que las demás se vuelvan locas y se hagan ilusiones. ¿Yo? Yo tengo planes.

Tenía que reconocérselo, la muchacha tenía agallas. Le gustaban las chicas con agallas. Siempre daban problemas. Y a Sam le gustaban los problemas incluso más que las agallas.

That's . . . because I am pathetic. In life as in film, find your niche and work it.

Sí, era demasiado. Por dentro se sentía como si fuera demasiado continuamente.

The army builds its levees, claims victory over the river, but they will never control the great spirit of the waters. Nothing belongs to you, it whispers. The river changes course, digs in. It shapes the land the whole time. The river is not a line but a circle. The river is change, and change cannot be stopped.

Another time. I'm late for the show. You're always late. Well, at least I'm consistent.

Oil gushes from the broken land like a promise, a baptism in crude hope, fuel for the engines of the nation's desires. The roughnecks bathe in the sudden shower, and though they will never see it reaches, never reap the harvest of its black gold, they celebrate as if it could be theirs any time...

The army builds its levees, claims victory over the river, but they will never control the great spirit of the waters. Nothing belongs to you, it whispers. The river changes course, digs in. It shapes the land the whole time. The river is not a line but a circle. The river is change, and change cannot be stopped. Change, it sings. Change or be lost.

Es que en ese colegio tuyo no te enseñaron a abordar una investigación? - No. Pero sé recitar el «Himno de batalla de la República» mientras hago martinis. - Lloro por el futuro.

Los asesinatos eran una razón más para pasar la noche bebiendo y bailando. Eran muy buenos para los negocios.

Murder was just another reason to drink

Cuando el mundo avanza demasiado rápido para algunas personas, éstas intentan hacernos retroceder a todos con su miedo.

Sometimes you had to become a different version of yourself to move safely through certain spaces in the world.

You have no idea how much you can come to know about a person when you see inside their dreams

Corría al galope hacia la vida.

A country road. Men swaddled in white call themselves knights, protectors of the empire. The ghosts of the Confederacy pass the torch, and the men set fire to the night.