“Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.” — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong? — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive.” — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool? — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.” — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“It's scary to feel this much in such a dangerous world. Even if what you feel, overwhelmingly, like inhaling the precious, still-surviving… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“Baby, I love you. Pen... More then I love the color black. More than I love cigarettes, more than I love books.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Write with abandon and no constraints for first draft. Cut brutally and save in separate files on second draft. Add conflict; don't… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides,… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Love can transform us. It can be a healing force or a disaster, a tidal wave, a tornado. It can burn and… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“It’s so sick,” Duck said. “I nicked myself shaving that last night at home, and I saw my own blood and I… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“Nightingale" Did I wound you, mutilate. Take away your voice. Did I cut something from you. Leave you locked in silence? This… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to remember what you fall in love with. Usually it is an expression in the eyes, an exchange, or a… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Ugster vinyl pumps, Partridge Family records, plastic daisy jewelry, old postcards. . . . It's a magpie Christmas market. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive stress of… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“It’s hard to remember what you fall in love with. Usually it is an expression in the eyes, an exchange, or a gesture or… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“When you look at pain as material it makes all the difference in the world. I thought, the pain that is too big to… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“My mind is like the valley—this vast barren waste. Car lots. Malls. Tract homes. I know there are other worlds beyond it—of canyons full… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“And then I cried a flood of tears as if I really were a mermaid who had absorbed too much sea into herself. The… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“Sylvie wishes the anti-depressants had been around when she was in her early twenties, not only to rescue her from the dark tunnels that… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“The next night I went back to the sea dressed in 1950s silk travel scarves – Paris with the Eiffel tower and ladies in… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
“for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls for wild wolfish women… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share
