Quotes from Francesca Lia Block

Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

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.

Write with abandon and no constraints for first draft. Cut brutally and save in separate files on second draft. Add conflict; don't be afraid to make your characters suffer. Read what you love. Write what you love. Love.

I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.

I wish I wasn't a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.

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

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.

Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt a little less. You just have to believe in yourself.

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you

If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

No matter where I am, I am always loving you.

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.

Here you go on this long long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go on until it is over. You will learn many things. Just relax and observe because there is pain and that's it mostly and you aren't going to be able to escape no matter what. Eventually it will all be over anyway. Good luck.

We both believe in monsters. But all the ghosts and demons are you. And all the angels and genies are you. All the kings, queens, Buddhas, beautiful boys. Inside you. No one can take them away. (Missing Angel Juan.)

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?

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.

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.

Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.