909 Quotes by Libba Bray

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I’ve no use for God.

They’re too tired for bathing, but they’re not too tired for dreams. For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and the city hall to many dreams.

What kind of person doesn’t let you have gummi bears?

Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel beam, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting.

I’m an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.

The land is old, the land is vast, he has no future, he has no past, his coat is sewn with many woes, he’ll bring the dead, the King of Crows.

Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don’t want to look like a troll, do you?

Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It’s a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.

The only thing I’m trying to steal is your heart, doll.” Sam smirked. “You’re not that talented a thief, Sam Lloyd.