Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms. — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one. — 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 wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but… — 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
I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just… — 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… — 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
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
