Lynda Barry Quotes

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

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.

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, there's no place like home.

Ask a burning question, get a burning answer

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

The groove is so mysterious. We're 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.

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