We all walk in a land of dreams. For what are we but atoms and hope, a handful of stardust and sinew? We are weary travelers trying to find our way home on a road that never ends. Am I a part of your dream? or are you but a part of mine?
Libba BrayThere is a hideous invention called the Dewey Decimal System. And you have to look up your topic in books and newspapers. Pages upon pages upon pagesโฆโ Uncle Will frowned. โDidnโt they teach you how to go about research in that school of yours?โ โNo. But I can recite โThe Battle Hymn of the Republicโ while making martinis.โ โI weep for the future.โ โThereโs where the martinis come in.
Libba BrayI've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.
Libba Bray