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 mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.
Libba BrayThe line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one,โ Dr. Poblocki said. โWhen does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?
Libba BrayThere were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evieโs opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.
Libba Bray"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."
Libba BrayAnd now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.
Libba Bray