“Out of the sad sack of sad shit that was my life, I made a wordhouse.” — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
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'… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
“This man was gorgeous. I'm mentioning this because women live their lives secretly waiting for their lives to become movies. We act like men… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
“We'd cry great waves of love and rage for this young woman, whose resistance made our own lives look empty as nadless ball sacks… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
The WRITER of memoir gets incoming weirdness in very odd ways. I was recently talking to a memoir writer whose work just went meteoric… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
“Everyone’s last wish turned out to be love: may I be consumed by the simplicity and purity of a love story, any love, base… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
Birth is of course violent. Menstruation is violent. Trust me, if men's penises opened up once a month and shot blood, we'd be hearing… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
“Words from my whole body, my entire life, or the lives of women and girls whose stories got stuck in their throats came gushing… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
“We are what happens when the seemingly unthinkable celebrity rises to power. Our existence makes my eyes hurt.” — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
Worse, the bodies of women, minorities, children, disenfranchised bodies (prisoners, so-called nut cases, etc...) and their truths don't "count" as either present and important… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
It may be true too that I would not have encountered the most important books and art and ideas of my life had I… — Lidia Yuknavitch Copy Share Image
