In my writing class, we never, ever talk about the writing - ever. We never address a story that's been read. I… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad its there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
I found myself compelled - like this weird, shameful compulsion - to draw cute animals. — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
“As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
In life there are always these things happening if you can just get the joke. — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
The minute you understand racism, you're responsible for being racist. It's like eating from the tree of knowledge. — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
“Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
There was a beautiful time in the beginning when I just did it and didn't analyze the consequences, but I think that time ends… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
