Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that weโve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.โ โHeโs not dead; just very tired.
Libba BrayHot off the presses, todayโs headlines: The love of your life does not approve of my wanton flapper ways,โ Evie said in a voice of affected mystery. โReally, Mabesie. You might want to reconsiderโhe is a bit of a killjoy.
Libba BrayThe world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unacceptable.
Libba BrayBeneath the skin, there is fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A fierce longing for power. All of this. We are joined. It is as if we live in the center of a great storm. Around us the world of the realms revolves like a giant kaleidoscope, images refracted again and again. So many worlds! So much to know.
Libba Bray