Sunday, June 13, 2004
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - "...you are in my blood. I can't help it. We can't be anywhere except together."
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - " 'I found out yesterday that my friend Bam-Bam is sick. He is really sick. The world is too scary right now. Even though we're okay, how can anyone love anyone when you could kill them just by loving them?' "
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - "The Chrysler Building looked like an art-deco rocket that had caught fans of stars on its awy up, and the Statue of Liberty looked like a creature risen green and magical from the sea, and everything looked at peace in the blue, clear day."
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - "I saw it on that talk show once. These two gay guys and their best friend all slept together so no one would know for sure whose baby it was. And then they had this really cool little girl and they all raised her, and it was so cool, and when someone in the audience said, 'What sexual preference do you hope she has?' they all go together, they go 'Happiness.' Isn't that cool?"
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - " 'They are in love. But even before they were in love they knew they were going to be happy and in love someday. They trusted. They have always loved themselves. They would never hurt themselves.' "
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - "A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs."
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - "She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there - you can't see or smell or hear, touch, or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead."
Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block - "I don't know about happily ever after... but I know about happily..."
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Monday, June 07, 2004
Cecil B. Demented by John Waters - "That's just it Honey. I'm not gay. I'm straight. And I fucking hate it. Petey loves me and I can't love him back. I've tried. I kiss him and all I feel is whiskers. I can't take that certain thickness in his pants. I'm ashamed of my heterosexuality... I'm straight and I hate, so get used to it!"
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Ice by Francesca Lia Block - "Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling."
Ice by Francesca Lia Block - "...sometimes, after we had made the sheets so hot I was afraid they would stick to our skin like melted wax."
Ice by Francesca Lia Block - "I thought that if I were still crying my tears would freeze and I could give them to him - icicles to suck on. But he needed warming, to be kissed with the fire of a thousand cigarettes."
Ice by Francesca Lia Block - "I loved him the way it feels when you get hot wax on the inside of your wrist and while it's burning, just as sudden, it's a cool thick skin. Like it tastes to eat sweet snow, above the daffodil bulbs - not that I've ever found it, but clean snow that melts to nothing on the heat of your tongue so that you aren't even sure if it was ever there. I loved him like spaniel joy at a scent in the grass - riveted, lost. I loved him so much that it felt as if it had to be taken away from me at any moment, changed - how could something like that be allowed to exist on this earth?"
Ice by Francesca Lia Block - "There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you."
Beast by Francesca Lia Block - "This was the happiest she had ever been in her life, if happiness is waking with a start of joy for the day, feeling each moment in every cell of your being, and going to sleep at night with a mind like a clear moonlit sky."
Bones by Francesca Lia Block - "I tried to speak but the enchantment had seeped into my mouth like choking electric blue frosting from a cake."
Bones by Francesca Lia Block - "If you asked me then if I would have died at that moment I might have said yes. What else was there? This was the closest thing to a story I'd ever known. Inside me it felt like nothing."
Bones by Francesca Lia Block - "He had music blasting from speakers everywhere and I let it take me like when I was at shows, thrashing around, losing the weight of who I was, the self-consciousness and anxiety, to the sound."
Wolf by Francesca Lia Block - "Maybe one night I'll be asleep and I'll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angel, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Don't try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Don't be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you."
Wolf by Francesca Lia Block - "If I had a choice I'd probably like to go to Bali or someplace like that where people are more natural and believe in art and dreams and color and love."
Wolf by Francesca Lia Block - "I really love my mom... What else about her? It's so hard to think of things sometimes, when you're trying to describe somebody so someone else will know. But that's the thing about it - no one can ever know. Basically you're totally alone and the only person in the world who made me feel not completely that way was her because after all we were made of the same stuff."
Charm by Francesca Lia Block - "She went out into the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the garffiti scrawled outside by taggers who were arrested or killed for it..."
Glass by Francesca Lia Block - "...You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young, laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright."
Glass by Francesca Lia Block - "Maybe she had not created him, maybe she was his creation and all she dreamed, his dream. Or maybe they had made each other. Yes."
Glass by Francesca Lia Block - "I have heard the stories you tell. You are the one who transforms, who creates. You can go out into the world and show others. They will feel less along because of you, they will feel understood, unburdened by you, awakened by you, freed of guilt and shame and sorrow."
Tiny by Francesca Lia Block - "If they are to prove themselves, they must suffer and die or suffer and survive."
Tiny by Francesca Lia Block - "She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for, though, besides their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it."
Snow by Francesca Lia Block - "She wanted them the way she needed the earth and the flowers and the sky and the sea from her tower room and food and sleep and warmth and light and nights by the fire and poetry and the stories of going out into the world and almost being destroyed by it and returning to find comfort and the real meaning of freak. And I am a freak, she thought, happily. I am meant to stay here forever."