About Lynda Barry: Lynda Jean Barry is an American cartoonist and author.
Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.
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
I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.
Ask a burning question, get a burning answer
A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.
Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
I believe a kid who is playing is not alone. There is something brought alive during play, and this something, when played with, seems to play back.
No one stopped me from playing when I was alone, but there were times when I wasn't able to, though I wanted to... There were times when nothing played back. Writers call it 'writer's block.' For kids there are other names for that feeling, though ki...
I tried to be like the richer kids as much as I could because I wanted to live on their streets, at least hang out on their streets and eat their amazing food and walk barefoot on their shag carpets. I became something of a pest in that way, and in g...
The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.
The groove is so mysterious. We're born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get it back, the world unifies around us, and both stupid and cool fall away. I am grateful to those who a...
You may be a lady but you are still the man!
You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.
What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.
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...
What year is it in your imagination?
The strips are nearly effortless unless I am really emotionally upset, a wreck.
Going on Letterman is like going off the high dive. It's exhilarating, but after a while it wasn't the kind of thrill I enjoyed.
I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.
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.
