Lynda Barry Quotes - Page 3

I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.

Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?

I think of images as an immune system and a transit system.

I am not sure how much I would like being married if I wasn't married to him. A man who likes flea markets and isn't gay? I knew I was lucky.

I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.

By the 6th grade I stopped doing ordinary things in front of people. It had been ordinary to sing, kids are singing all the time when they are little, but then something happens. It's not that we stop singing. I still sang. I just made sure I was alone when I did it. And I made sure I never did it accidentally. That thing we call 'bursting into song.' I believe this happens to most of us. We are still singing, but secretly and all alone.

People think that whatever I put into strips has happened to me in my life.

For horror movies, color is reassuring because, at least in older films, it adds to the fakey-ness.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

I look crazy. I know I do. Been true since I was a kid!

I need to be cheered up a lot. I think funny people are people who need to be cheered up.

If I didn't try to eavesdrop on every bus ride I take or look for the humor when I go for a walk, I would just be depressed all the time.

I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.

I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

You'll never call him Fifi again.

He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!

what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?

Part of a horror movie has to be a bit fakey for me to really enjoy it. The new ones are so realistic that they distract me from the ride through the horror.

There was a beautiful time in the beginning when I just did it and didn't analyze the consequences, but I think that time ends in everyone's work.

The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.

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.

The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.

Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson

It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me