Top 120 Francesca Lia Block Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.”

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102. “Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.”

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103. “Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form...”

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104. “They were laughing and their hair was shining like leaves in moonlight, their limbs long as saplings. I thought, Girls are magical at this phase, girls are invincible, nothing can touch them. I didn’t think ‘us’ because I didn’t feel that; I felt other, on the outside, watching them.”

— Francesca Lia Block

105. “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.”

— Francesca Lia Block

106. “Let’s not be afraid of anything that can’t really hurt us.”

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107. “I’ll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won’t be.”

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108. “The lesson of this life is not for me to touch you again. It is to accept who I am now and not feel shame.”

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109. “Pain didn’t ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.”

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110. “Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.”

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111. “What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?”

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112. “What else was filmmmaking about if not a series of perfect and potent images strung together like the words of a poem?”

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113. “We are all insane. But how do you distinguish sanity from insanity, how do you diagnose abnormality in this new world?”

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114. “I close my eyes. I am the visionary, the one-eyed seer, the storyteller. I am Pen. I can fight with the power of images and words.”

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115. “Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.”

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116. “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.”

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117. “Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?”

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

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119. “You’ll have to take me to some museums,” he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men’s rooms across the country.”

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120. “Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Don’t try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Don’t be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.”

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121. “Be love because you are.”

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122. “Maybe he was real. Maybe I’d made him up. Either way, he didn’t think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.”

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123. “He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered wings.”

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124. “So the spell was broken and she ran home through a tangle of words where the letters jumbled and made no sense and meant nothing, and the words were ugly and she was not to be heard or seen, she was blemished and too fat, too thin, not smart, too smart, not beautiful, not a woman not not not. All the things that girls feel they are not when they fear that if they become, if they are, they will no longer be loved by the sisters whose hearts they have not meant to break.”

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125. “Any love that is love is right.”

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126. “This way she could feel the rush of warm air, blowing back her hair as if she were a plant. She could go out into the night and become a part of it and forget who she was.”

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127. “In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.”

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128. “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.”

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129. “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.”

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130. “You have to imagine things before you can do them. Stories help us see.”

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131. “Barbie was no longer afraid of anything. It was like the thing Mab had said about belief. The belief is sometimes the biggest part of it all. You can choose to believe in your published book being held in the loving hands of strangers, your name tattooed forever on the heart of the one you adore; you can choose to believe in tiny red-haired pesky piskies – all the things ‘they’ may tell you not to believe in. But who are they anyway? What do they know? What makes them any more real?”

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132. “My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.”

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133. “The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hands like a fish.”

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134. “Love, that elusive leading lady, plays too many parts to be typecast.”

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135. “When we don’t lay claim to our creative impulse to share what we believe to be true about ourselves and the world around us, an agony festers from self-diminishment, and another thorn is added to the daily existence that encircles us.”

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136. “I don’t know about happily ever after... but I know about happily.”

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137. “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.”

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138. “You’re just taking the blame on yourself to avoid confronting the fullscale victimization you underwent.”

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139. “It is amazing to think of how little it takes to make a girl, of a certain age and artistic temperament, believe she is in love.”

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