I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body.

- Lidia Yuknavitch

The rocks. They carry the chronology of water. All things simultaneously living and dead in your hands.

- Lidia Yuknavitch

Poetry, for example, goes so deeply into the space between corporeal affect and deep emotion (even primal in some cases) that, as Emily Dickinson sai…

- Lidia Yuknavitch

Books, like all art, breed in us desire. In times of crisis and fear and misrepresentation we need desire, or else we shut down and hide out in our h…

- Lidia Yuknavitch

You see it is important to understand how damaged people don't always know how to say yes, or to choose the big thing, even when it is right in front…

- Lidia Yuknavitch

Your life doesn’t happen in any kind of order. Events don’t have cause and effect relationships the way you wish they did. It’s all a series of fragm…

- Lidia Yuknavitch

I am not alone. Whatever else there was or is, writing is with me.

- Lidia Yuknavitch

Sometimes saviors look different than you thought they would.

- Lidia Yuknavitch

I'd say art is with you. All around you. I'd say when there doesn't seem to be anyone else, there is art. I'd say you can love art how you wish to be…

- Lidia Yuknavitch