I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Naming my favorite books feels like naming a favorite child - impossible. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Around us the night creatures have their say. We are surrounded by a symphony of crickets and frogs. Neither of us feels… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I don't know. Sometimes, I feel nothing, and I'm so afraid. Afraid I'll stop feeling anything at all. I'll just slip away… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Libraries are the torch of the world, illuminating the path when it feels too dark to see. We mustn't allow that torch… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
You don't know me, dude," he says, not smiling this time. Gonzo examines his cards, prepping for his next move. "People always… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The Corporation would like to apologize for the preceding pages. Of course, it's not all right for girls to behave this way.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Felicity ignores us. She walks out to them, an apparition in white and blue velvet, her head held high as they stare… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
We're all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away--our stories. I guess that's what I love… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I have done what they expected of me. I have curtsied for my Queen and made my debut. This is what I… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“I have never felt more ridiculous. If this is what it means to be a woman I am not the slightest bit interested.” — Libba Bray Copy Share
“The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue.… — Libba Bray Copy Share
It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Spare a copper for our cause?" the girl with the coin cup asks, her voice weary. "I can spare more than that," I say.… — Libba Bray Copy Share
As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the… — Libba Bray Copy Share
I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy — Libba Bray Copy Share
There are times when I wish I could go back and change the course of my life. Make different choices...But the past cannot be… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in which a girl might take an active role when she… — Libba Bray Copy Share
There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations.… — Libba Bray Copy Share
Heaven's brightest and best-loved angel, who was cast out for inspiring a rebellion against God. Having lost Heaven, Lucifer and his rebel angels vowed… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Miss Moore speaks slowly, deliberately. "I know because I read." She pulls back and stands, hands on hips, offering us a challenge. "May I… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Duff's little moans traveled up her spine, made her head buzz. And another thought grabbed hold: She was doing this. She had the power… — Libba Bray Copy Share
