909 Quotes by Libba Bray

I have met the devil, and her name is Cecily Temple.

We’re still expected to color within the lines of accepted femininity, and women who step out of those lines are usually attacked, whether verbally or physically.

It’s possible to pretend I’m someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

And farther still, in the vast prairies mythologized in the American mind, a figure stood shadowed in the dark, biding his time, a scarecrow awaiting harvest.

I think about dying every day, because I can’t stop thinking about living.

As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them – mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.

I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it’s strictly sherry.

I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I’m made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don’t tailgate: body in trunk.