This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
It's not hard for me to be funny in front of people, but most of that is just horrified nerves taking the… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
Going on Letterman is like going off the high dive. It's exhilarating, but after a while it wasn't the kind of thrill… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
The groove is so mysterious. We're born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our… — Lynda Barry Copy Share Image
The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants. — 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
