Top 500 Libba Bray Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.”

— Libba Bray

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

— Libba Bray

353. “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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354. “Sam’s mother used to say that inside everyone was the chance to change the world. It sat like a seed eager to grow into greatness. The professor could have his ghosts. Ordinary people were capable of extraordinary bravery. That was the only magic Sam knew or trusted.”

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355. “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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356. “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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357. “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

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

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

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

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

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

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364. “Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you.”

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365. “We’re still expected to color within the lines of accepted femininity, and women who step out of those lines are usually attacked, whether verbally or physically.”

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366. “But if you abandoned the idea that such a paradise awaited you, and believed that you would live this life over and over again, would you not live the life you had more thoughtfully?”

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367. “See, the trouble with Nietzsche, besides his being a real killjoy, is that he thinks like a spoiled seven-year-old who doesn’t want to share his sandbox toys – ” “Sam!”

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368. “The world is full of dead optimists.”

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369. “This is the first family dinner I ever had,” she said. “The first of many,” Evie promised.”

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370. “Simplifying people was a way of not having to think too much about them, to make them fit into your own story. People were inconvenient, though. Behind the idea of a person you constructed to suit yourself, the people you loved had their own stories- whole worlds going on inside- and you ignored them at your peril.”

— Libba Bray

371. “The Diviners must stand, or all shall fall.”

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372. “I don’t trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.”

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

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374. “Nearby, Lady Liberty hoists her torch in the harbor, a beacon to all who come to these shores to escape persecution or famine or hopelessness. For this is the land of dreams. The.”

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375. “I’ll be counting the cats when I come over. There better be the same number each time.”

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376. “Don’t tell anybody, but sometimes, I just don’t want to sparkle.”

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377. “Can we talk about the miracle that is the Small World ride? It’s like an acid trip drag show.”

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378. “Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.”

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379. “Does my new feminism make me look fat?”

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380. “Lord, cat. Announce yourself next time. I don’t have no nine lives.”

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381. “This is how it is now. There is strength in acceptance, Ling. Your legs have been taken from you. But how you choose to live with that has not.”

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382. “Sometimes Felicity is as much a mystery to me as the location of the Temple. She is spiteful and childish one minute, lively and spirited in the next; a girl kind enough to bring Ann home for Christmas and small enough to think Kartik her inferior.”

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383. “When you looked up to the sky and cried ‘Why?’ sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.”

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384. “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.”

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385. “For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.”

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386. “You must work always to understand your own heart so that it cannot be used against you.”

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387. “Nicole hated that she could never quite feel like she was just herself, just Nicole, but that she was somehow representing an entire race. That’s how they saw her, as a “they” and not a “she.”

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388. “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.”

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

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390. “Kartik feels like a country I want to travel – vast, dangerous, and unknown.”

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

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392. “I mean that she was complicated. Everybody is,” Ling said quietly. “Don’t erase her like that. She deserves better.”

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393. “It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.”

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394. “Because there’s nothing wrong with you... that can’t be fixed.”

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395. “But isn’t that strange and wonderful unpredictability part of humanity? Aren’t all of our differences what already make us a great nation?”

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396. “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.”

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397. “It’s over, her mind whispered. There’s still hope, her heart insisted.”

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398. “Goodbye,” I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.”

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399. “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.”

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400. “Did everyone from your little Hans Christian Andersen village look the same?”

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