We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love about books--they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.
Libba BrayI thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.
Libba BrayI know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
Libba BrayMaybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are
Libba BrayI'm floating inside my skin. I could go on floating like this for days. Right now, the real world with its heartbreak and disappointments is just a pulse against the protective membrane we've drunk ourselves into. It's somewhere outside us, waiting." A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 141, by
Libba Bray