You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you said, you thought a mermaid, maybe. If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea. Francesca Lia Block More Quotes by Francesca Lia Block More Quotes From Francesca Lia Block L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . .Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn't even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after. Francesca Lia Block wall writing winter I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. Francesca Lia Block unrequited-love flower song That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own. Francesca Lia Block cutting mean kids 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. Francesca Lia Block horror-stories alive girl I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides, exhaust, flowers that could make you sick or fall in love. My battered Impala was still parked there on the side of the road and I wanted to lie down on the shredded seats and sleep and sleep. But I thought of the bones; I could hear them singing. They needed me to write their song. Francesca Lia Block falling-in-love song lying Our stories can set us free. When we set them free. Francesca Lia Block stories She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling. Francesca Lia Block pain heart song Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters. Francesca Lia Block white character kids 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. Francesca Lia Block play heart running i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't. Francesca Lia Block veins breathing skins Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms. Francesca Lia Block changed form pain I try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions. Francesca Lia Block light dark comforting Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right. Francesca Lia Block real way thinking Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost. Francesca Lia Block relief frost beautiful Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong? Francesca Lia Block once-upon-a-time Okay. I wish for world peace,” Weetzie said. “I am sorry,” the genie said. “I cant grant that wish. Its out of my league.” “Then I wish for an infinite number of wishes!” Those people on fairy tales never thought of that. “People in fairy tales wish for that all the time,” the genie said. “They arent stupid. It just isnt in the records because I cant grant that type of wish. Francesca Lia Block stupid sorry numbers 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. Francesca Lia Block torches sorrow laughing We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters Francesca Lia Block fairy-tale monsters believe 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. Francesca Lia Block able darkness order Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed? Francesca Lia Block dream baby beach
