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.
. . . I think we should find some kind of shelter; a cave or something. " "I don't want to do that! What if there's like, a creature living in the cave?" Tiara said. "Seriously, I saw this show once where these people were stranded on an island and there were these other people who were sort of crazy-slash-bad and there was this polar bear creature running around. " "What happened?" Miss Ohio asked. "I don't know. My parents got divorced in the middle of season two and we lost our TiVo.
I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.
What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?
Pippa's laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. 'Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It's a misery. I wish I were someone else.
Sheep. I'm stuck in a boarding school filled with sheep.
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
Why should we girls not have the same privileges as men? Why do we police ourselves so stringently- whittling each other down with cutting remarks or holding ourselves back from greatness with a harness woven of fear and shame and longing? If we do not deem ourselves worthy first, how shall we ever ask for more?
Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.
I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist. "
There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.
There are times when I wish I could go back and change the course of my life. Make different choices. . . But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on. Do you remember that I told you that at Spence?
The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.
I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day. ” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home. ” “So does mental illness.
I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.
Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?
The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693
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.
Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.
He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.