When you start to think of the arts as not this thing that is going to get you somewhere in terms of becoming an artist or becoming famous or whatever it is that people do, but rather a way of… — 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
