Lidia Yuknavitch Quotes
Top 60 wise famous quotes and sayings by Lidia Yuknavitch
Lidia Yuknavitch Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Dead infants don't get urns unless you pay for them - and then they stuff crap in besides just ashes to cover the smallness.
It is possible to make family any way you like. It is possible to love men without rage. There are thousands of ways to love men.
We are all swimmers before the dawn of oxygen and earth. We all carry the memory of that breathable blue past.
Underneath the forms of fiction and poetry, you can bet your ass the ground comes from someone's actual life experience.
We drank everything his favorite poet drank-Bukowski- and like Bukowski's women, I matched him drink for drink.
We drank each other blind.
We drank each other blind.
You know, every street in Paris is wet. Every person in Paris has a dog. Every hand in Paris holds a cigarette. Every mouth in Paris is a kiss.
We are what happens when the seemingly unthinkable celebrity rises to power. Our existence makes my eyes hurt.
I'm kind of still down with Virg Woolf on this one: "women must kill the aesthetic ideal through which they themselves have been 'killed' into art."
A little bit outside of things is where some people feel each other. We do it to replace the frame of family. We
France will take on a militant tone, leaving its beautiful cultural tower to chase power after all these years.
But it is the world of men that creates pure destruction. And this is a truth we cannot bear: Since we bear them into the world, we cannot kill them.
He treated ... my scarred as shit past and body as chapters of a book he wanted to hold in his hands and finish.
Pity the small backs of children, he heard her saying. They carry death for us the second they are born.
The rocks. They carry the chronology of water. All things simultaneously living and dead in your hands.
The maternal impulse in animals to protect their young - that kind of instinct and subsequent violence is quite beautiful. Mythic even.
Words from my whole body, my entire life, or the lives of women and girls whose stories got stuck in their throats came gushing out.
Aspiration gets stuck in some people. It's difficult to think yes. Or up. When all you feel is fight or run.
She is at a crossroads: a child's violent will to survive lodged in her chest where her heart should be, but an utter indifference along with it.
Africa will become an out-of-reach commodity instead of the expendable refuse heap we've treated her as.