With each shimmy, the bugle beads on their scandalously revealing costumes swung and shook. It was the sort of display Evie knew her mother would have found appallingโan example of the moral decay of the young generation. It was sexual and dangerous and thrilling, and Evie wanted more of it.
Libba BrayLife donโt come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ainโt nobody handing it to us.
Libba BrayYou're special. I'm special. The whole world's special, so don't you forget it. The universe wants us All to be happy, Full of smiles and all that stuff, All that stuff That's happy and smiley. So get happy, happy, happy right now! Get happy, happy, happy right now! Get happy, happy, happy right now!
Libba BrayIn books, the truth makes everything good and fine. The good prevail. The wicked are punished. There is happiness. But it's not like that really, is it?" "No," I say. "I suppose it only makes everything known.
Libba Bray