Top 120 Francesca Lia Block Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the puppies Pee Wee, Wee Wee, Teenie Wee, Tiki Tee, and Tee Pee were driving down Hollywood Boulevard on their way to the Tick Tock Tea Room for turkey platters.”

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52. “My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.”

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

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54. “I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.”

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55. “Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cut it out. It can take you over against your will.”

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56. “If death is your lover, you don’t got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you.”

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57. “Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.”

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58. “Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you, guts shining, brain pulsing, heart right there exposed in a rhythm that beats need need, need need, need need, pianos do not run. And so she plays.”

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59. “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.”

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60. “Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.”

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61. “Writing was my religion, my foremost purpose in life, my consolation. But as the years passed and I didn’t have the successes that others deemed the qualifications of a “real” writer, I went into hiding. I wrote, but I lost the strength of my words. I wrote, but with a doubt that needled each sentence, a lack of self-confidence that clouded my imagination. My boldness evaporated. My verve started to become a distant memory. I lost my truth.”

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62. “Same old boring boring story America can’t stop telling itself. What is this sicko fascination? Every book and movie practically has to have a little, right? But why do you think all those runaways are on the streets tearing up their veins with junk and selling themselves so they can sleep in the gutter? What do you think the alternative was at home?”

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63. “Everything was fine, but Weetzie wanted a baby. “How could you want one?” My Secret Agent Lover Man said. “There are way too many babies. And diseases. And nuclear accidents. And crazy psychos. We cant have a baby,” he said.”

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64. “I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.”

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65. “This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.”

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66. “She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there – you can’t see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead.”

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67. “Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them.”

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68. “Pain can give you sight or make you blind.”

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69. “I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other women out of the isolation of motherhood.”

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70. “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.”

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71. “In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t. Searching.”

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72. “At least the girls in stories were alive before they died.”

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73. “The fairy who was not old, not young, who was red roses, white snowfall, who was blind and saw everything, who sent stories resounding through the universe said, You much reach inside yourself 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.”

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74. “You are so intense. Like a storm. It’s shocking how intense you are.”

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75. “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.”

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76. “Weetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them – keeping them sparkling and safe.”

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77. “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.”

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78. “The most Beautiful people are the ones that don’t look like one race or even one sex.”

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79. “He said that black sheeps express everyone else’s anger and pain. It’s not that they have all the anger and pain-they’re just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don’t have to.”

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80. “She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.”

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81. “It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.”

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82. “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.”

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83. “I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn’t make sense to my teachers. They didn’t rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets’ motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn’t think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.”

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84. “Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.”

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85. “It’s important to tell your story. It’s important to listen.”

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86. “I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body – my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.”

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87. “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.”

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88. “Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.”

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89. “It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.”

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

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91. “You can’t doubt so much, Psyche.”

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

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93. “Take my eye,” I say. “I have another.”

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94. “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?”

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95. “Any alphabet book for children where ‘P is for Patti’ Smith and ‘X is for the women whose names we don’t know’ is something I can recommend, especially when the book is as well written, representationa lly diverse and vividly illustrated as this one.”

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96. “It’s scary to feel this much in such a dangerous world. Even if what you feel, overwhelmingly, like inhaling the precious, still-surviving existing earth, is not fear but love.”

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97. “Writing is very cathartic for me. As a teacher, I hear many students say that writing can be painful and exhausting. It can be, but ultimately I believe that if you push through, the process is healing and exhilarating.”

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98. “Part of me wanted to swoon into nothing, but the other women’s bones were talking. I didn’t see the bones but I knew they were there, under the house. The little runaway bones of skinny, hungry girls who didn’t think they were worth much – anything – so they stayed after the party was over and let Derrick Blue tell them his stories. He probable didn’t even have to use much force on most of them.”

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99. “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.”

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100. “It wasn’t that shocking kind of feeling they both expected. More like a huge sigh of relief spreading through them. Like your cold, naked body falling into a soft, warm bed, under covers, into arms. The place that you knew you needed but you were afraid to even imagine for fear that it would never come.”

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