Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose. Francesca Lia Block More Quotes by Francesca Lia Block More Quotes From Francesca Lia Block After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces. Francesca Lia Block hug kissing fall Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed by sea anemones, caressed by seaweed shawls. I would have a doliphin friend. He would have merry eyes and thick flesh of a god. My fingernails would be tiny shells and my skin would be like jade with light shining through it I would never have to come back up Francesca Lia Block light eye blue 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. Francesca Lia Block warrior fighting flower He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did. Francesca Lia Block tiny might looks Love is a dangerous angel. Francesca Lia Block angel love-is love The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have. Francesca Lia Block girl mirrors reflection Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like. Francesca Lia Block ashes flower soul I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be. Francesca Lia Block Stories are like genies...They can carry us into and though our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies, sometimes we forget that we do. Our stories can set us free...When we set them free. Francesca Lia Block sorrow stories sometimes Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything. Francesca Lia Block glamour doe believe It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do. Francesca Lia Block persons matter impossible Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as beasts live, moved purely by need and desire. She has felt torn between the heat of her limbs and the thoughts in her mind telling her to be careful and good and always calm. Don't scream or cry, don't run to him and throw yourself at his feet, pleading for him to take you in his arms, don't strip off your clothes and run naked to the water, wild with wanting. Francesca Lia Block horse rivers running love is the only thing we have to save us Francesca Lia Block love-is We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish. Francesca Lia Block wine heart book Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form. Francesca Lia Block form angel You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together Francesca Lia Block together helping blood Every girl is a goddess. Francesca Lia Block cute-girl goddess girl 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. Francesca Lia Block cutting writing character Just like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same. Francesca Lia Block stories children art Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with Francesca Lia Block sky winter morning
