The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry. Lynda Barry artbookhide Change image and share on social
Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word. Lynda Barry awfulcartoonistfinally Change image and share on social
For horror movies, color is reassuring because, at least in older films, it adds to the fakey-ness. Lynda Barry addcolorfakey Change image and share on social
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. Lynda Barry diveenjoyexhilarate Change image and share on social
I think of images as an immune system and a transit system. Lynda Barry imageimmunesystem Change image and share on social
Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid? Lynda Barry bedbreathefeel Change image and share on social
Humor is such a wonderful thing, helping you realize what a fool you are but how beautiful that is at the same time. Lynda Barry beautifulfoolhelp Change image and share on social
In my writing class, we never, ever talk about the writing - ever. We never address a story that's been read. I also won't let anyone look at the person who's reading. No eye contact; everybody has to draw a spiral. And I would like to do a drawing class where we could talk about anything except for the drawing. No one could even mention it. Lynda Barry addressclasscontact share on social
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. Lynda Barry barrycomedumb Change image and share on social