Lynda Barry > Quotes

“There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it.

I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way melody can transform mood.

They can't transform your actual situation, but they can transform your experience of it. We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay. I believe we have always done this, used images to stand and understand what otherwise would be intolerable.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.”
― Lynda Barry

“No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.”
― Lynda Barry

“You may be a lady but you are still the man!”
― Lynda Barry, The Lynda Barry Experience

“Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile”
― Lynda Barry

“You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.”
― Lynda Barry, Picture This

“You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?”
― Lynda Barry

“He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!”
― Lynda Barry

“This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.”
― Lynda Barry, One Hundred Demons

“If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down.”
― Lynda Barry, My Perfect Life

“But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“Flies die in so many lonely places.

-Roberta Rohbeson”
― Lynda Barry

“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.”
― Lynda Barry

“are memories pictures or the secret doorway?”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“What year is it in your imagination?”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“i believe [images] are the soul's immune system and transit system.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“but paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“I kept trying to find a way to turn myself so that I couldn't see the telephone poles or be in the path of father's breath. I was feeling dizzy and then very sick and the father was shouting, 'WHAT THE--GO TO THE HEAD, DO IT IN THE HEAD! DON'T PUKE ON ME, CLYDE! CLYDE!'

I never did finish my letter to Jesus. I tried for a while but I couldn't think of anything else to say besides, Have a Good Summer and Stay Crazy.”
― Lynda Barry

“Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chinztiest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.”
― Lynda Barry

“On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to god and my country but it might not be the same god as the god of the church and I might not be digging on the message of the president because the windmills of his mind are cracked on a lot of subjects concerning people.”
― Lynda Barry, My Perfect Life

“You may be a lady but your are still the man!”
― Lynda Barry, The Greatest of Marlys

“And I could tell she loved him. And although she was an evil fungus growing on 200 pounds of irritated lard, her feelings were real.”
― Lynda Barry

“What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“The thing i call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“i didn't know there were different lines of aliveness, and two worlds contained by each other.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is

“Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chintziest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“What if she stepped on a needle and it went right into her foot and Roberta would not feel it and the needle would rise and rise and rise through the veins leading up to the heart and then the needle would STAB HER IN THE HEART and Roberta would DIE and it would be VERY PAINFUL this according to nurse mother a medical expert on Freaky Ways to Croak... The mother shouted that she knew several people who died from the Rising Stab of the Unfelt Needle or RSUN she has seen cases of it many times and not ONE PERSON HAS SURVIVED IT.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.”
― Lynda Barry, Come Over, Come Over

“As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.”
― Lynda Barry, Come Over, Come Over

“Like say if the mom and dad of god said he could never get dirty. There would be no world!”
― Lynda Barry, The Greatest of Marlys

“Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!”
― Lynda Barry, The Greatest of Marlys

“Maybonne said "Just because someone has lace-up hip huggers does not mean they can control the world". Then Magreet let her wear those pants. When my aunt saw them on her she shouted "Are you trying to kill me?!”
― Lynda Barry, Down the Street

“Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.”
― Lynda Barry, The Freddie Stories

“once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.”
― Lynda Barry, What it Is