Happy Birthday, Libba Bray, born 11 March 1964.
- Any book that can help you survive the slings and arrows of adolescence is a book to love for life; The Catcher in the Rye did just that, and I still do love it.
- 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 about books—they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.
- So much of the literature we had to read for high school English class was filled with victimised, tragic, symbolic women who spurred the plot forward with their inevitable shunning/death/shunning-followed-by-pregnancy-followed-by-death timelines.
- The truth is, you just write, even if you hate everything you write. Even if you suddenly go off on a tangent about llamas who long to put on a high school musical. Even if it makes you cringe with every word. Even if you’re bored or filled with seething hate for your WIP. Just keep going. Eventually, you will reach the other side. And I’d really like to read that book about the llamas. So few llama musical novels these days.
- I know because I read…Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.
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