Libba Bray
Libba Bray
Libba Brayis an American writer of young adult novels including the Gemma Doyle Trilogy, Going Bovine, and The Diviners...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth11 March 1964
CityMontgomery, AL
CountryUnited States of America
garden mind cages
I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
moving past choices
But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
dream xenophobia heart
The library card is a passport to wonders and miracles, glimpses into other lives, religions, experiences, the hopes and dreams and strivings of ALL human beings, and it is this passport that opens our eyes and hearts to the world beyond our front doors, that is one of our best hopes against tyranny, xenophobia, hopelessness, despair, anarchy, and ignorance.
struggle men evil
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?
family home guilt
When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.
waiting world
To those who will see, the world waits.
long insanity mind
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
life-and-love coffee guy
A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.
heart details bones
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.
life fire feds
Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.
stories earth storytelling
There is no greater power on this earth than story.
librarian scholar accurate
Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.
rain tree forever
Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.
tears way firsts
There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.