Lynda Barry

You keep seeing your picture on posters that you are missing but you're not. That'd be weird, right? Or say you look down at the sidewalk and earthworms are spelling your name. Or you open a peanut bag and the 'hello' is written in your writing on the inside of the shell. Would that weird ya?

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

If it is your time love will track you down like a cruise missile.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

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.

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.

Ask a burning question, get a burning answer