I believe we recover from loss by facing the loss, grieving, going deep inside ourselves (hopefully with a guide) and re-emerging to… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her.… — 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
“I embody death, not peace. The only choice in this world we have made from our betrayals and our weakness and our… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are… — 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
“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 Copy Share Image
“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 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 Image
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
