A biography for Libba Brayhasn’t been written yet.
“I'm related to Davy Crockett on my mom's side. Honest.”
“Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?”
“I'm Sorry,' he says. It's simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.”
“Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.”
“I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.”
“'The Catcher in the Rye.' When I was a teenager, that was my book; yes, somebody gets it, somebody gets adolescence.”
“Petra turned to her. "Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now!"Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. "I didn't mean...""No one ever does." Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.”
“I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.”
“I change the world, the world changes me.”
“To each his own magic.”
“...I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.”
“I was a big reader as a kid, but it was 'Charlotte's Web' that showed me you could feel as if you were actually living inside a book.”
“I'm a techno moron. I need help just to plug in my video camera.”
“I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.”
“But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.”
“Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?”
“Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?”