Lynda Barry

Lynda Barry
Lynda Jean Barry is an American cartoonist and author...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCartoonist
Date of Birth2 January 1956
CountryUnited States of America
american-cartoonist cigar cruise exploding love time track willingly
If it is your time love will track you down like a cruise missile. If you say 'No! I don't want it right now,' that's when you'll get it for sure. Love will make a way out of no way. Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke.
feeling fly great
You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.
jokes happenings ifs
In life there are always these things happening if you can just get the joke.
dream art beer
Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had.
high-heels guy confusing
These are very confusing times. For the first time in history a woman is expected to combine: intelligence with a sharp hairdo, a raised consciousness with high heels, and an open, nonsexist relationship with a tan guy who has a great bod.
hands intuition watches
Always watch the hands. The hands will tell you everything you need to know.
cat clean
He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!
couple school kids
The thing that really struck me when I went to junior high was class. I grew up on a pretty poor street, but the school district I was in included some fine neighborhoods - so I got to know a couple of the kids from those places and went to their houses and experienced such culture shock.
remember wave comic
I remember my comic strips being called 'new wave.' It bugged me.
cartoon would-be behind-my-back
I started doing cartoons when I was about 21. I never thought I would be a cartoonist. It happened behind my back. I was always a painter and drawer.
house trouble imagine
I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.
names awful quiet
Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.
thrill kind letterman
Going on Letterman is like going off the high dive. It's exhilarating, but after a while it wasn't the kind of thrill I enjoyed.
shadow
I am about as detailed as a shadow.