Francesca Lia Block Quotes

I was anorexic in the '60s and '70s, although it wasn't called anorexia then. I thought people would be nicer to me if I looked very small and delicate, so food wasn't high on my agenda. But it is now.

I think my anorexia was to do with being a teenager, not being in films.

I was a very earthly, matronly, plus-size little girl with a pure heart.

Skinniness is a new fashion. It reflects an obsession with youth, a suggestion of pre-adolescence when a female's fertility can be dominated. It implies vulnerability, feebleness and fragility.

The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's unearned and temporary, and that nothing can replicate. None of them was satisfied with it, however; already they were making attempts to alter themselves into some impossible, imaginary mould, plucking and pencilling away at their faces. I didn't blame them, having done the same once myself.

Marilyn Monroe seemed to have a kind of unconscious glow about her physical self that was innocent, like a child. When she posed nude, it was 'Gee, I am kind of, you know, sort of dishy,' like she enjoyed it without being egotistical.

I will not eat cakes or cookies or food. I will be thin, thin, pure. I will be pure and empty. Weight dropping off. Ninety-nine... ninety-five... ninety-two... ninety. Just one more to eighty-nine. Where does it go? Where in the universe does it go?

I'll always just be stupid boy, and I'm happy with that.

Love is like ice in the hands of children.

Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?

Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it.

Wrinkled, wrinkled little star... hope they never see the scars.

Not only is the old man twice a child, but also the man who is drunk.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Great men have the nature of a child.

Clothes can hide you from yourself but a bikini sure can't.

What did that mean? Where could it go? He was a death diety. I was a high school senior.

My innocence is a dying flower

I don't care if you think I'm racist. I just want you to think I'm thin.

All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.

I'm not, sexy, am I? God knows, I've tried

I was a very gawky-looking teenager, so I was not cute.

The weakness of little children's limbs is innocent, not their souls.

It's funny - more people talk about my 'babe-dom' now than they did before I had a child. Whatever. I guess I'm a role model in hot pants now. That's cool!