Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.
Libba BrayYou are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that actually melts the guitar controller, burning your fingers with searing hot plastic till you scream in pain. Only with words. And zombies.
Libba BrayWe have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
Libba BrayI'm floating inside my skin. I could go on floating like this for days. Right now, the real world with its heartbreak and disappointments is just a pulse against the protective membrane we've drunk ourselves into. It's somewhere outside us, waiting." A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 141, by
Libba Bray