Francesca Lia Block

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

— Francesca Lia Block

“Non sum qualis eram. I am not what I once was.”

— Francesca Lia Block

Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose.

— Francesca Lia Block

“Yes, the Beast changed. He spoke more now, and did not gaze at Beauty in the same intense, almost pained way, as…

— Francesca Lia Block

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

— Francesca Lia Block

“West didn’t want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To…

— Francesca Lia Block

I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Same Bat time, same Bat place.”

— Francesca Lia Block

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

— Francesca Lia Block

“She felt their envy and this broke her. The story ended, she couldn’t tell the rest, they’d hate her, she had to…

— Francesca Lia Block

What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?

— Francesca Lia Block

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.

— Francesca Lia Block

...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

I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

— Francesca Lia Block

Let's not be afraid of anything that can't really hurt us.

— Francesca Lia Block

She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Like Beauty. But she only pricked her finger. I had a spindle through my heart.”

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Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.

— Francesca Lia Block

You can't doubt so much, Psyche

— Francesca Lia Block

Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.

— Francesca Lia Block

You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Why else were we here except to love?”

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“You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the…

— Francesca Lia Block

Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach…

— Francesca Lia Block

“But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this…

— Francesca Lia Block