Francesca Lia Block Quotes About Skins

Quotes about: Skins

• Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed by sea anemones, caressed by seaweed shawls. I would have a doliphin friend. He would have merry eyes and thick flesh of a god. My fingernails would be tiny shells and my skin would be like jade with light shining through it I would never have to come back up

  Francesca Lia Block

  Eye, Light, Blue

• That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Mean, Kids, Cutting

• i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Breathing, Skins, Veins

  Francesca Lia Block (2009). “Wasteland”, p.4, Harper Collins

• Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Skins, Different, Sometimes

  Francesca Lia Block (2009). “Wasteland”, p.11, Harper Collins

• It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Home, Cutting, Blood

• Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nighttime up above, you can crawl out, but only for a little while. You feel ashamed of your matted hair, your torn clothes, the dirt on your face. Who would want to speak to you? They are all shiny and pretty. They have parents and house with gardens. What do you have? The earth. Whole handfuls of it. The lizard people with their slit eyes and scaly skin. Your loneliness. Your longing.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Loneliness, Eye, Night

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