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Sometimes I just want to go in a room and break things and scream. Like, it's so much pressure all the time and if you get upset or angry, people say, 'Are you on the rag of something?' And it's like I want to say, 'No. I'm just pissed off right now. Can't I just be pissed off? How come that's not okay for me?' Like my dad will say, 'I can't talk to you when you're hysterical.' And I'm totally not being hysterical! I'm just mad. And he's th..
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girls
teens
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Libba Bray |
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Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
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Libba Bray |
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May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it's nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen's health. Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
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reading
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Libba Bray |
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If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.
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Libba Bray |
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But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
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Libba Bray |
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But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own...bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in t..
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Libba Bray |
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I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.
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Libba Bray |
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There 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 pages..." Uncle Will frowned. "Didn't they teach you how to go about research in that school of yours?" "No. But I can recite 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic' while making martinis." "I weep for the future." "There's where the martinis come in."
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Libba Bray |
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Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.
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Libba Bray |
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Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended with vigilance, else it dies out.
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Libba Bray |
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I've been thinking about that book about the boys who crash on an island," Mary Lou said to Adina one afternoon as they rested on their elbows taking bites from the same papaya. "Lord of the Flies. What about it?" You know how you said it wasn't a true measure of humanity because there were no girls and you wondered how it would be different if there had been girls?" "Yeah?" "Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they nee..
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Libba Bray |
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Your mother and I do not approve of drinking. Have you not heard of the Eighteenth Amendment?" "Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can."
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Libba Bray |
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There is no greater power on this earth than story." Will paced the length of the room. "People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense--words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions--words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History." Will grabbed the sheaf of newspaper clippings he kept in a stack on his desk. "This, and these"--he gestured to the library's teeming shelves--"they're a testament to the country's rich supernatura..
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Libba Bray |
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It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.
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Libba Bray |
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I changed the world; the world changed me. Everything you do comes back to you. When you affect a situation, you are also affected.
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Libba Bray |
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I salute your spunk, but I question your sanity," Sam said."
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Libba Bray |
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I want to ask him if it's possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?
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Libba Bray |
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So, now I've been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.
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irony
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Libba Bray |
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What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged?
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Libba Bray |
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There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn't. I failed myself.
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Libba Bray |
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Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
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madness
death
life
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Libba Bray |
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People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.
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Libba Bray |
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But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
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inspiration
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Libba Bray |
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Women who have power are always feared.
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Libba Bray |
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Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.
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Libba Bray |
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But...you could have whatever you wished." "Exactly," he says, nuzzling my neck.
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kartik
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Libba Bray |
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Weren't you wearing a purity ring when we got here? Aren't you supposed to be saving yourself?" Shanti asked. "Yeah," Mary Lou answered. "And then I thought, for what? You save leftovers. My sex is not a leftover, and it is not a Christmas present." --
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purity-rings
sexuality
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Libba Bray |
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The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
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Libba Bray |
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War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so."
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war
gorgon
law
forever
win
honor
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I hear they feed you in Sing Sing," Evie muttered. "Three squares a day." "Evangeline," Will said with a sigh. "Charity begins at home." "So does mental illness."
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Libba Bray |
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I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.
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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 to continue fighting here on earth." "I don't understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven." "True. But he wasn't content to serve. He wanted more." "He had all he could ask for, didn't he?" Ann asks. "Exactly." Miss Moore states. "He had to ask. He was dependent upon someone els..
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Just because you're funny doesn't mean you get to be cruel.
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Libba Bray |
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I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.
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gonzo
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Libba Bray |
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Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
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god
rebel-angels
lucifer
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Libba Bray |
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Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.
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Libba Bray |
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Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more...
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Libba Bray |
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You can't blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?" Sam's grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. "You can't blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?"
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Libba Bray |
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To each his own magic.
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magic
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Libba Bray |
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She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who'd botched things so badly. They'd sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they'd sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldn't. She knew now that the world w..
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I'm a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I'm not a slut or a nympho or someone who's just asking for it. And if I talk too loud it's just that I'm trying to be heard.
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Libba Bray |
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I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.
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Libba Bray |
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Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.
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libba-bray
horror
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Evie replied with an eye-roll. "Do you think you can manage to not steal anything while I'm gone?" "The only thing I'm trying to steal is your heart, doll." Sam smirked. "You're not that talented a thief, Sam Lloyd."
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