Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Fashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.”

— Libba Bray

302. “My head kinda hurts,” Miss New Mexico said. Several of the girls gasped. Half of an airline serving tray was lodged in her forehead, forming a small blue canopy over her eyes. “What is it?” Miss New Mexico checked to make sure her bra straps weren’t showing. “N-nothing.” Miss Ohio managed an awkward smile.”

— Libba Bray

303. “Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.”

— Libba Bray

304. “The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die.” He winks. “But not without one hell of a fight.”

— Libba Bray

305. “When you peeled back the skin, you were dealing with bone and muscle, blood and nerve endings. It was all the same. She liked the beautiful logic of the circulatory system, the elegance of the neurological, and the fierce warrior spirit of the heart. The body had rules and it had quirks.”

— Libba Bray

306. “No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?”

— Libba Bray

307. “It was funny how one afternoon with a best friend could set a girl right.”

— Libba Bray

308. “I’d like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you’re reading Sarah Palin.”

— Libba Bray

309. “Henry looked from Ling to Alma and back again. His mouth slid into a sly smile. “Oh my.”

— Libba Bray

310. “Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.”

— Libba Bray

311. “Make a better history.”

— Libba Bray

312. “I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.”

— Libba Bray

313. “Choices. That’s what made a man. Wasn’t it?”

— Libba Bray

314. “Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.”

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315. “I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it’s strictly sherry.”

— Libba Bray

316. “I told myself it was the snow – she couldn’t possibly get to Philadelphia on the roads. I told myself a hundred lies. Children do that. It’s amazing the sorts of things you’ll make yourself believe.”

— Libba Bray

317. “Theta rolled over, facing Evie, their noses nearly touching. “Evil?” “Yes?” “I love you. Now, shut up and go to sleep.”

— Libba Bray

318. “When you looked up to the sky and cried “Why?” sometimes the sky shrugged. Yet other times it answered with the warm assurance of linked hands. “Sorry,” it whispered on the wind. “Sorry for all the pain loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.”

— Libba Bray

319. “Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.”

— Libba Bray

320. “Just once, she’d like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.”

— Libba Bray

321. “Felicity laughs and takes on the tone of a fashionable lady. “Darling, the Bryn-Joneses have just done the most marvelous thing in their parlor with human blood. We simply must have ours done straightaway!”

— Libba Bray

322. “And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I’m not sure of how to hold on to, though I’m desperate to try.”

— Libba Bray

323. “Why was there so much silence between men?”

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324. “Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman’s cap and coat. “I love you,” he whispered quietly. “Ikh hob dikh lib.” He kissed Evie’s head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. “Fine. I see how it is. I just wasted my best Yiddish on you,” Sam joked to himself.”

— Libba Bray

325. “All things are possible.”

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326. “When did you become a cynic?” Sam asked. Evie smiled. “When I found out I was a little girl.”

— Libba Bray

327. “When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”

— Libba Bray

328. “Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala,” I say with an affected bow.”

— Libba Bray

329. “And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.”

— Libba Bray

330. “Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we’re not even high.”

— Libba Bray

331. “There’s no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it’s automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.”

— Libba Bray

332. “She’s no beauty, mate.”

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333. “There is no greater power on this earth than story. People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense – words do.”

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334. “Go on, darling,” she said, batting her lashes. “Tell them the rest.” “Riiiight,” Sam said, suppressing a smirk.”

— Libba Bray

335. “But this time she’d done everything right and they were leaving her anyway. You couldn’t be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.”

— Libba Bray

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

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337. “Didn’t you have any sadistic nannies who told you these tales to keep you quiet and well behaved at night? Heavens, what’s to become of the Empire if governesses have lost their touch for scaring the wits out of their girls?”

— Libba Bray

338. “Haven’t you been hurt?” Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy’s fists. Mrs. Bowers’s cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. “Yes.” “And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven’t you been hurt enough?”

— Libba Bray

339. “I have met the devil, and her name is Cecily Temple.”

— Libba Bray

340. “Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.”

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341. “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.”

— Libba Bray

342. “For the last time, I’m not a witch.” Miss Lillian smiled and patted Theta’s cheek. “Keep telling yourself that, dear.”

— Libba Bray

343. “Sam. Don’t make me kill you on a full stomach. I might get a cramp.”

— Libba Bray

344. “Let’s be brave girls, shall we?”

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345. “You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot plastic till you scream in pain. Only with words. And zombies.”

— Libba Bray

346. “There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.”

— Libba Bray

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

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348. “I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.”

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349. “What place lay beyond the reach of evil?”

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350. “It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London – gossip is.”

— Libba Bray