909 Quotes by Libba Bray

New York is a city short on patience, cleanliness, clement weather, and citizens who hold faint opinions. It is not a city short of people trying to make a career of being famous, no matter what the opportunity.

You couldn’t be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.

We don’t look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.

Well, I mean, all the best people have a little beast in them.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That’s a step too far.

This is what they have in place of freedom – time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless.

There is a dualism inherent in democracy – opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Different belief systems. All coming together to create this country. But this balance takes a great deal of energy.

The night’s chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

I’m like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I’m flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I’m still me.