243 Quotes by Francesca Lia Block

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

He said, You’re so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

We are all insane. But how do you distinguish sanity from insanity, how do you diagnose abnormality in this new world?

I climb through the rubble toward the door. It takes a long time, time enough for a Giant to see me from the blood-red stained-glass eye window and reach out to crush me in his hand the size of a tractor.

So Witch Baby played. Tossing her head, sucking in her cheeks and popping up with the impact of each beat. Thrusting her whole body into the music and thrusting the music into the air around her. She imagined that her drums were planets and the music was all the voices of growth and light and life joined together and traveling the universe.

If we don’t write our stories, how will we truly know who we are? How will we define the world? How will we touch the mysteries of life?

My mother said, “kiss him, darling, it’s easy so natural” and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone.

This way she could feel the rush of warm air, blowing back her hair as if she were a plant. She could go out into the night and become a part of it and forget who she was.

You’ll have to take me to some museums,” he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men’s rooms across the country.