Explore Quotes by Francesca Lia Block

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

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.

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

I think depression creates in me an urgent need to write, but I also believe that daily stress, and even the positive stress of intense happiness, can compel me to express myself through the written word.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong?

It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors and wizards and angels and high elves and that was our reality. If someone said, Isn’t it cute, look at them playing, we would have smiled back, humoring them, but it wasn’t playing. It was transformation. It was our own world. Our own rules.

Our stories can set us free. When we set them free.

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.

You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.

...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.

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

But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.

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.

He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.

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.

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

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.

I want to be untouchable and beautiful and completely dead inside.

Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.

I was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciting the incantation. It was the magic of forgetting.