Libba Bray (born Martha Elizabeth Bray; March 11, 1964) is an American writer of young adult novels including the Gemma Doyle Trilogy, Going Bovine, and The Diviners.
What happened to the winner" Adina asked. "She tripped. " "And the first runner-up?" Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.
All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
- So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all.
My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?
When I dream, I dream of him.
Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
Because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.
Chin held high, Miss Ohio beamed at an imagined crowd. "I want to be a motivational speaker. " "What are you going to motivate people to do?" Smile still in place, she cut her eyes at Adina. "You know. Motivational. . . stuff.
Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.
Meraa mitra yahaan aaiye," he murmurs. I understand only a little Hindi, enough to know what he has said: Come here, my friend. I've never known a braver girl," he says.
. . . I took Advanced PowerPoint last semester. You guys are always misunderestimating me. I'm totally ready to handle the big stuff.
What Hamlet suffers from is a lack of zombies. Let us say Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show up—Ho-HO! Now you’ve got something that stirs the, um, something that stirs things that are stirrable. BOOM! A pack of ravenous flesh-eaters breaks open their heads and sucks out their eyeballs. No need for iambic pentameter because they are grunting, groaning annihilators of humanity with no time for meter. You’re not asleep in the back of English class anymore, are you? This is what I’m talking about. Zombies. Learn it, live it, love it.
You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really it’s about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what’s real. -Going Bovine
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.
Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. “I’m embalmed. ” “Potted and splificated?” “Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.
Because there's nothing wrong with you. . . that can't be fixed.
She was chosen,' Mae insists. No, you're wrong,' I say. 'She was only a girl. '. . . She was gone for some time. You were the only force that kept her from turning completely. That's magic. Perhaps the most powerful I've seen. ' -In response to Felicity's love for Pippa keeping her from turning into a Winterland creature.