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
body tailgates existential
I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.
inspirational motivational change
And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
behind culture darkness overlap repression southern
I think there's such an overlap between (Victorian) culture and Southern culture, ... There is repression and darkness and (a hint of) 'What's going on behind that respectable veneer?'
needs goes-on illusion
We create the illusions we need to go on.
school appreciate understanding
Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.
character path different
There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.
people want needs
People see what they want to see when they need to.
hurt hard-times appreciate
These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
baby fighting daddy
What did I do to make Mommy leave?” “You didn’t do anything. This isn’t your fault.” “Then why?” she’d wailed. “I don’t know,” her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. “It isn’t fair!” “No, it isn’t, baby. Not by a mile. The world’s only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, that’s one less fighter on the side of fair.
mother drinking prohibition
Your mother and I do not approve of drinking. Have you not heard of the Eighteenth Amendment?” “Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.
lying fighting giving
She shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.
believe magic illusion
The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.
self matter spirit
It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.
girl coffee cups
She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally’s fresh cup of coffee.