I run after her, not really giving chase. Iโm running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
Libba BrayIn 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 BrayShe was too muchโfor Zenith, Ohio. Sheโd tried at times to make herself smaller, to fit neatly into the ordered lines of expectation. But somehow, she always managed to say or do something outrageousโsheโd accept a dare to climb a flagpole, or make a slightly risquรฉ joke, or go riding in cars with boysโand suddenly she was โthat awful OโNeill girlโ all over again.
Libba BrayYou have a steady fella?โ Sam asked after a bit. โNo fella can hold me for long.โ Sam gave her a sideways glance. โThat a challenge?โ โNo. A statement of fact.
Libba BrayGonzo narrows his eyes. 'How often do you clean that thing?' 'Every night,' the waitress answers. Her smile is strained. 'That's it? Do you know how long it takes for Listeria to grow under those hot lamps, even with ice?' Here we go. 'It can happen in just five hours. Five hours and you've got the salad bar of death!' The waitress looks confused. 'From Listerine?
Libba BrayWhat makes a girl a girl? What makes a guy a guy? Do you have to be what they want you to be? Or do you stop and listen to that voice inside you? I know who I am. I'm Petra West. And I'm a girl. You want me to sleep somewhere else, fine. Whatever. But I'm not going to pretend to be somebody I'm not. I've done enough of that.
Libba Bray