Francesca Lia Block

“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

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The…

— Francesca Lia Block

i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was…

— Francesca Lia Block

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was…

— Francesca Lia Block

“This was not a fairy tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was…

— Francesca Lia Block

Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.

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Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed…

— Francesca Lia Block

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

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

It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors…

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“She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Sylvie wishes the anti-depressants had been around when she was in her early twenties, not only to rescue her from the dark…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl…

— Francesca Lia Block

Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it…

— Francesca Lia Block

“You’ll have to take me to some museums,” he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun…

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“Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed…

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“Max asked, 'Why death, do you think?' 'The Iroquois say that the world was too full, so the men and women got…

— Francesca Lia Block

“He squinted up at the straining muscular backs of the stone men supporing the dome. "You'll have to take me to some…

— Francesca Lia Block

I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body…

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At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white.…

— Francesca Lia Block

We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male…

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“Grief is not something you know if you grow up wearing feathers with a Charlie Chaplin boyfriend, a love-child papoose, a witch…

— Francesca Lia Block

Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Part of me wanted to swoon into nothing, but the other women’s bones were talking. I didn’t see the bones but I…

— Francesca Lia Block

If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next.…

— Francesca Lia Block

“West didn’t want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To…

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It's scary to become a woman in this world. We have to understand that some of the messages we get, messages that…

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“But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this…

— Francesca Lia Block

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

His own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body…

— Francesca Lia Block

“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

“When you look at pain as material it makes all the difference in the world. I thought, the pain that is too…

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“On the way to Santa Cruz Dirk and Duck stopped along the coast to surf. They stopped so many times to surf…

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“The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the…

— Francesca Lia Block

Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Think about the word destroy. Do you know what it is? De-story. Destroy. Destory. You see. And restore. That's re-story. Do you…

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“What did it mean for us? Because everything I did, everything that happened to me, that was what I asked myself -…

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“Dirk, this is Peace, Granola, Crystal, Chi, Aura, Tahini, and the twins, Yin and Yang," Duck said. ... "They had all of…

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“So Witch Baby played. Tossing her head, sucking in her cheeks and popping up with the impact of each beat. Thrusting her…

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A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when…

— Francesca Lia Block