“I said I was an English major, that I wanted to write someday, that I read the way other people ate chocolate.” — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose. — 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 am constantly thinking ahead to what I want to write about in the future, and when I'm done with one project,… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Writing is literally transformative. When we read, we are changed. When we write, we are changed. It's neurological. To me, this is… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Writing is very cathartic for me. As a teacher, I hear many students say that writing can be painful and exhausting. It… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was… — 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
“like pretty what would it be like if i thought i was pretty what would it be like if i carried that… — 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
