Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “They wish, too, that they could warn them about the gray man in the stovepipe hat, about the King of Crows. For not all ghosts remember, and the citizens have need of warning.”

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

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303. “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.”

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304. “I’ve learned that feminism is for everybody and there’s nothing wrong with taking up space in the world, even if you have to fight for it a little bit, and that if you don’t feel like smiling or waving, that’s okay. You don’t have to, and you don’t have to say sorry. Mostly, I’ve learned that I don’t really care if you like these answers or not, because they’re the best, most honest ones I’ve got, and I just don’t feel like I can cheat myself enough to give you what you want me to say.”

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305. “It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.”

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306. “Reason was for suckers and Presbyterians.”

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

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308. “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.”

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309. “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.”

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

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311. “They misspelled ‘party.’ How evil genius can they be?”

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312. “She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.”

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

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314. “Make a better history.”

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

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316. “I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.”

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317. “It was funny how their odd little family of friends had changed him. Made him feel safe. Theta, Memphis, Henry, Jericho, Mabel, Ling, Isaiah, and especially Evie. They’d been there for him. Opened the parts of him he was afraid would be closed off forever. Why had he wasted so much time bottling up his feelings? What did that ever get anybody but dumb fights? He had friends. He had a home in them. And Evie was home, too.”

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318. “We are nowhere, wanting to be somewhere, idling at the starting line of adulthood.”

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319. “What kind of person doesn’t let you have gummi bears?”

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

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321. “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?”

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322. “You couldn’t be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.”

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323. “But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.”

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324. “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.”

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325. “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.”

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326. “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.”

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

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

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329. “All things are possible.”

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330. “Alliteration. It’s when you repeat the same consonant in a phrase,” Memphis explained. “Huh. I was hoping it was something dirty.”

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

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332. “It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body.”

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333. “Memphis – it’s just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It’s what they do. It’s not following you, and it’s not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.”

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334. “The citizens rise and wash, shave and brush. They don stockings and dresses, pants, shirts, and suspenders. They button up their need. Affix their aspirations. Tuck histories neatly inside drawers, creating themselves as they go, a rhapsody of reinvention.”

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

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

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

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338. “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.”

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339. “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.”

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340. “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.”

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341. “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?”

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

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

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344. “Whatever is without question is most vulnerable.”

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

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

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347. “She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.”

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348. “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!”

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349. “She’s no beauty, mate.”

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

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