Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid? — 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
I found myself compelled - like this weird, shameful compulsion - to draw cute animals. — Lynda Barry Copy Share
“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
In life there are always these things happening if you can just get the joke. — Lynda Barry Copy Share
The minute you understand racism, you're responsible for being racist. It's like eating from the tree of knowledge. — Lynda Barry Copy Share
“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
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
The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry. — Lynda Barry Copy Share
“Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chinztiest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.” — Lynda Barry Copy Share
