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Weetzie Bat (Weetzie Bat, #1) Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block
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“You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can't be anywhere except together”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“Love is a dangerous angel.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“He kissed her. 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.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen where my movies light up.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers.
"Lanky Lizards!" Weetzie exclaimed.
"Greetings," said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr.
"Oh, shit!" Weetzie said.
"I beg your pardon? Is that your wish?”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“Sometimes she wore Levi's with white-suede fringe sewn down the legs and a feathered Indian headdress, sometimes old fifties' taffeta dresses covered with poetry written in glitter, or dresses made of kids' sheets printed with pink piglets or Disney characters.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“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.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“Same Bat time, same Bat place.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“It’s so sick,” Duck said. “I nicked myself shaving that last night at home, and I saw my own blood and I thought, How could I live in a world where this exists—where love can become death? Even if the doctor says we’re okay, how could we go on watching people die?”
Duck buried his face against Dirk’s shoulder and the streetlamp light shone in through the window, lighting up Duck’s hair.
Dirk stroked Duck’s head. “I don’t know. But we’ve got to be together,” he said.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat
“Grief is not something you know if you grow up wearing feathers with a Charlie Chaplin boyfriend, a love-child papoose, a witch baby, a Dirk and a Duck, a Slinkster Dog, and a movie to dance in. You can feel sad and worse when your dad moves to another city, when an old lady dies, or when your boyfriend goes away. But grief is different. Weetzie’s heart cringed in her like a dying animal. It was as if someone had stuck a needle full of poison into her heart. She moved like a sleepwalker. She was the girl in the fairy tale sleeping in a prison of thorns and roses.”
Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat