Quotes by Lynda Barry

“Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.”

“If it is your time love will track you down like a cruise missile. If you say No! I dont want it right now, thats when youll get it for sure. Love will make a way out of no way. Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke.”

“When an attractive but ALOOF (cool) man comes along, there are some of us who offer to shine his shoes with our underpants. There are thousands of scientific concepts as to why this is so, and yes, yes, its very sick but none of this helps.”

“You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.”

“Love will make a way out of no way.”

“One Hundred Demons”

“If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.”

You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but youre not. Thatd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the hello is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?

You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.

You may be a lady but you are still the man!

Something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. Before that, it is something real.

It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it.I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way melody can transform mood.They cant transform your actual situation, but they can transform your experience of it. We dont create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay. I believe we have always done this, used images to stand and understand what otherwise would be intolerable.

What year is it in your imagination?

What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.

The groove is so mysterious. Were born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get it back, the world unifies around us, and both stupid and cool fall away.I am grateful to those who are keepers of the groove. The babies and the grandmas who hang on to it and help us remember when we forget that any kind of dancing is better than no dancing at all.

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

Ask a burning question, get a burning answer

Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, theres no place like home.

I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.