Quote

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.

Libba Bray

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Lays
Drug
Told
Counselor
Heard
Shrink
Talk
Shrinks
Feelings
Immediately
Need
Needs
Drugs

More quotes by Libba Bray

Image
What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.
Libba Bray
Image
Goodbye, I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
Libba Bray
Image
I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?
Libba Bray
Image
You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really it’s about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what’s real. -Going Bovine
Libba Bray
Image
Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala, I say with an affected bow.
Libba Bray
Image
All things are possible.
Libba Bray
Image
How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.
Libba Bray
Image
What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.
Libba Bray
Image
A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.
Libba Bray
Image
And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
Libba Bray
Image
Just once I’d like to meet a fella who isn’t a phony. Somebody who doesn’t wanna buy me a fur so he can show me off to his boys.
Libba Bray
Image
You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.
Libba Bray
Image
The vicar, whose name is Reverend Waite, leads us in prayers that all begin with 'O Lord' and end with our somehow not being worthy-sinners who have always been sinners and will forever more be sinners until we die. It isn't the most optimistic outlook I've ever heard but we're encouraged to keep trying anyway.
Libba Bray
Image
Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.
Libba Bray
Image
Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead just very tired.
Libba Bray
Image
Why does everyone want to own me? Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me alone? Because you're beautiful, Ann answers, watching the fire lick her palm. People always think they can own beautiful things.
Libba Bray
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 inside myself...I just need to feel something A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 177, by
Libba Bray
Image
They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea but who isn't really here.
Libba Bray
Image
We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.
Libba Bray
Image
Thou shalt not steal. I seem to recall that being one of God’s I’d rather you didn’t lest I have to smite you into ash commandments.
Libba Bray