Francesca Lia Block Quotes
Everything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its having like a good dream, you know you are going to wake up.
I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.
You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright.
Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.
Beauty loved him more than anything, her Beast boy, but, secretly, sometimes, she wished he would have remained a Beast.
I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.
Tinys do not deserve safety. If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive.
I dont know about happily ever after... but I know about happily, Weetzie Bat thought.
But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.
I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive before they died.
She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.
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
My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.
Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.
I am constantly thinking ahead to what I want to write about in the future, and when I'm done with one project, I give myself a little time and then start the next one.
She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.
Writing is literally transformative. When we read, we are changed. When we write, we are changed. It's neurological. To me, this is a kind of magic.
I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.
I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?
People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive.
You have to imagine things before you can do them. Stories help us see.
I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above groundfor burned mermaids and sick vampire girlsfor wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write.
They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.