He plants his feet stubbornly, adopting what he must think is an heroic post. He's just begging for a pigeon to fly by and relieve itself.
Libba BrayTags: humor
To each his own magic.
Libba BrayI know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
Libba BrayHow terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage, for that matter.
Libba BrayPlease do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.
Libba BrayTags: humor
If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.
Libba BrayAnd when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. 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 dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.
Libba BrayI change the world, the world changes me.
Libba BrayTags: inspirational world change gemma-doyle
Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.
Libba BrayTags: gemma-doyle the-sweet-far-thing
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
Libba BrayTags: anarchy
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