In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. Weโre each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. Weโve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
Libba BrayNaughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.
Libba BrayWe're still expected to color within the lines of accepted femininity, and women who step out of those lines are usually attacked, whether verbally or physically.
Libba BrayI know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
Libba Bray