Francesca Lia Block
Francesca Lia Block
Francesca Lia Blockis an American writer of adult and young-adult literature: fiction, short stories, screenplays and poetry. She is known best for the Weetzie Bat series — named after its first installment and her first novel, which she wrote while a UC Berkeley student, Weetzie Bat. She is known for her use of imagery, especially in describing the city of Los Angeles. One New York Times Book Review critic said, "Block writes about the real Los Angeles better than anyone...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth3 December 1962
CountryUnited States of America
No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.
Writing is very cathartic for me. As a teacher, I hear many students say that writing can be painful and exhausting. It can be, but ultimately I believe that if you push through, the process is healing and exhilarating.
She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
Our stories can set us free. When we set them free.
It's scary to become a woman in this world. We have to understand that some of the messages we get, messages that we are not enough, are there to keep our power in check. We can't buy into these messages.
Welcome Beauty, banish fear.
Any love that is love is right.
What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?
Pain can give you sight or make you blind.
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.
Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.
love is the only thing we have to save us