Quotes from Francesca Lia Block

Why else were we here except to love?

When I went back to look for it again I could never find it. It was as if someone had put some kind of glamour, some kind of spell, on that ground, and I felt as if I was walking in circles around it again and again, never able to see what was in front of my eyes. That was how I felt about what happened to me when I turned thirteen. I felt as if I was always circling around my own brain trying to understand.

Then I wanted to take a bath so I ran water into the big sunken tub and poured in some bath salts and lit the candles in the square glass holders around the rim of the tub. There were big windows overlooking the garden. I opened them and smelled the jasmine and the wet earth. There was a little warm breeze and the garden tinkled and chimed like stars falling. I called you. I wanted a refill on my wine. I wanted to give you the jasmine and the wind chime stars. I'm sorry.

You're just taking the blame on yourself to avoid confronting the fullscale victimization you underwent.

Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed yellow T-bird, leaving her mother Brandy-Lynn clutching her flowered robe with one hand and an empty glass in the other, and leaving Weetzie holding her arms crossed over her chest that was taking its time to develope into anything

my love wants to change the world she thinks she has so much to give not realizing how much she takes from others my love is loyal until she senses rejection of any kind then she flies like a bird but has less memory of where she came from i would like to protect you from my love

In every girl is a goddess.

Max asked, 'Why death, do you think?' 'The Iroquois say that the world was too full, so the men and women got together, separately, to find an answer. The men came up with the idea of not having any more children. But the women refused to give up having babies. Death was their answer.' Max nodded. He took a deep breath. It felt like he hadn't breathed like that in month, maybe years.

I used to hate how afraid my mom was and how afraid she had made me. Now I understand but I can no longer be like her.

And when it is over he will say, Come live with me above the palm trees, eat chocolate eggs in hotel-room bathrooms, dance like we are making love, make love like we are dancing.

air. I am still holding the scissors, pointing

The only painting in the studio, besides the blue canvas, was the skeleton, mired in thickly smeared oils. I went and stood in front of it. I said, I wanted him to see me, Mister Bones. Bones grinned at me. Maybe Echo is not meant to be seen. She is meant to see.

It is always possible to exchange one hell god for another.

She wears a Val Surf T-shirt and boys' boxer shorts and she has a boy's phone number scrawled on her hand. Part of her wants to spit on it and rub it off, and part of her wishes it was written in huge numbers across her belly, his name in gang letters, like a tattoo.

My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex. And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.

If you made up a city like this, no one would have believed you. It seemed more like myth than reality- a whole metropolis built up around an industry that recorded dreams on giant screens, a city bordered by an ocean and a desert and snowcapped mountains. And right through the urban sprawl were canyons full of flowers, wild animals and secrets.

The blue of fear, the blue of sorrow.

Your dad's dead. But you aren't, baby.

No, I'm all right. I think I'm just over-stimulated or something." "Do you want to explain that one to me? Do we need to take you to buy some condoms?" "Mom! No.

There was a collage of dead butterflies on the wall.

His voice reminded me of poetry and sex.

Maybe I'm afraid of the sword not because I think I might fail to defend us but because I'm not so certain I won't give up and turn it on myself.

You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn.

From the time she is very young, all Plum wants is this: to be loved for who she is with complete and awesome devotion. She tries to dress herself the way she feels on the inside so that the love of her life will recognize her easily.