People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History
Libba BrayYou canโt blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?โ Samโs grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. โYou canโt blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
Libba BrayOne could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.
Libba BrayThese 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.
Libba BrayI knew it. Youโre an alien,โ said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. โYes, Iโm an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now Iโm going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls canโt really be friends.โ โI sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now youโre stealing my boyfriend? Thatโs a step too far!
Libba Bray