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.
years imagination
What year is it in your imagination?
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.
eye minutes
I go to work the minute I open my eyes.
song hate thinking
The radio was on and that was the first time I heard that song, the one I hate. Whenever I hear it all I can think of is that very day riding in the front seat with Lucy leaning against me and the smell of Juicy Fruit making me want to throw up. How can a song do that? Be like a net that catches a whole entire day, even a day whose guts you hate? You hear it and all of a sudden everything comes hanging back in front of you, all tangled up in that music.
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.
song believe kids
By the 6th grade I stopped doing ordinary things in front of people. It had been ordinary to sing, kids are singing all the time when they are little, but then something happens. It's not that we stop singing. I still sang. I just made sure I was alone when I did it. And I made sure I never did it accidentally. That thing we call 'bursting into song.' I believe this happens to most of us. We are still singing, but secretly and all alone.
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.
class students thrown
If I had had me for a student I would have thrown me out of class immediately.