“ You're not a man. You're their . I don't care about you, or your brother, or your ridiculous organization. From now on, I shall do exactly as I wish and you cannot stop me. Do not follow. Do not watch… Libba Bray
“ I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it. Libba Bray
“ Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again, I say, cheerily. It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it. Libba Bray
“ I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry. Libba Bray
“ My whole life I’ve been ordered about. Now I shall give the orders. I’ve never seen Felicity so wounded. Not me, she says. I never ordered you about. Oh, Fee. The old Pippa surfaces for just a moment,… Libba Bray
“ One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame. Libba Bray
“ We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another… Libba Bray
“ The land has a memory. Every stream and river runs with a confession of sorts, history whispered over rocks, lifted in the beaks of birds at a stream, carried out to the sea. Buffalo thunder across pl… Libba Bray
“ The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap to… Libba Bray
“ 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 straighta… Libba Bray
“ On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their… Libba Bray
“ 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… Libba Bray
“ Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels the need to speak, and I suppose that is one of the qualities I find comforting… Libba Bray
“ Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him. Libba Bray
“ Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills. Libba Bray
“ Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself? Libba Bray
