I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."
Libba BrayThe man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk to the museum.
Libba BrayThey would place their hands together inside the circle so that they could walk in each other's dreams. It forged a bond that could not be broken. The circle represents love in eternity. For there is no beginning and no end.
Libba BrayBeauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.
Libba BraySometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then itโs gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "Weโre all damaged somehow.
Libba Bray