Quotes from Lynda Barry

And I could tell she loved him. And although she was an evil fungus growing on 200 pounds of irritated lard, her feelings were real.

I kept trying to find a way to turn myself so that I couldn't see the telephone poles or be in the path of father's breath. I was feeling dizzy and then very sick and the father was shouting, 'WHAT THE--GO TO THE HEAD, DO IT IN THE HEAD! DON'T PUKE ON ME, CLYDE! CLYDE!' I never did finish my letter to Jesus. I tried for a while but I couldn't think of anything else to say besides, Have a Good Summer and Stay Crazy.

Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chinztiest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.

On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to god and my country but it might not be the same god as the god of the church and I might not be digging on the message of the president because the windmills of his mind are cracked on a lot of subjects concerning people.

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

You may be a lady but your are still the man!

Maybonne said Just because someone has lace-up hip huggers does not mean they can control the world. Then Magreet let her wear those pants. When my aunt saw them on her she shouted Are you trying to kill me?!

Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.

i didn't know there were different lines of aliveness, and two worlds contained by each other.

Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chintziest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.

Non-photo blue pencils... After about a week of using them the class is smitten. It looks like thinking, this color of blue. Like words before you say them.

The thing i call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.

The future is fixed. The past ever-changing

Some lights shine without any flashing. Others flash on and off.

Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

Like say if the mom and dad of god said he could never get dirty. There would be no world!

How old do you have to be to make a bad drawing?

once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.

To follow a wandering mind means having to get lost. Can you stand being lost?

In a classroom of students with varying levels of drawing experience, this way of drawing brings us to a common starting place that is like the starting place we all share: our first drawings of people made when we were little.

I believe they [images] are the soul's immune system....

We crossed a wide river and then everything changed. There were no more fields, no houses, no trees, not even telephone poles. Even the colours were gone, all of them except brown and grey and blue of the late-afternoon sky. The world got emptier and emptier until it looked like a brown ocean of dead velvet, just emptiness covered with short dry grass and low scrub.