I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Here you go on this long long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go on until it is… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
It's not that I literally think I'm a fearie. It's just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth.… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She… — 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
