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 BrayMaybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.
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 BrayWhat did I do to make Mommy leave?โ โYou didnโt do anything. This isnโt your fault.โ โThen why?โ sheโd wailed. โI donโt know,โ her daddy had said, and he looked so sad. โIt isnโt fair!โ โNo, it isnโt, baby. Not by a mile. The worldโs only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your own little cave, thatโs one less fighter on the side of fair.
Libba Bray