I don't have much interest in writing if there are not opportunities to crack open the inherited forms. … - Lidia Yuknavitch

Same topic Authors

Quote of the day

Our ideas of happiness, gratification, contentment, satisfaction, all demand that those feelings come from within us. If you flip that on its head and say "What if I took the world at face value?" and then ask "What can I do with what is given?" it's an interesting trick to turn around the whole problem of how you feel.

Lidia Yuknavitch

I don't have much interest in writing if there are not opportunities to crack open the inherited forms. The writing I love to read most does this as well. I'm a form junkie.

Doe, Opportunities, Opportunity, Read, Writing

Same Author Quotes

I don't have any problem understanding why people flunk out of college or quit their jobs or cheat on each other or break the law or spray-paint walls. A little bit outside of things is where some people feel each other. We do it to replace the frame of family. We do it to erase and remake our origins in their own images. To say, I too was here.

Cheat, College, Erase, Family, Jobs, Wall

If I hadn't spent a big chunk of time in academia I might not have the depth of consciousness I do about ideas like that. I might think, for instance, that Freud was no big deal in terms of the shape of social organization then or now. I might think that the discourses of politics and law are real and stable and fair.

Chunk, Organization, Real, Social, Spent, Thinking

The chief reason I shove the reader inside the body - or more specifically, the chief reason I try to get the reader to feel their own body while they are reading, is this: we live by and through the body, and the body, is a walking contradiction.

Body, Chief, Live, Reading, Shove, Trying

We live through sound and light—through our technologies.

Light, Live, Sound, Technologies, Technology

Have endless patterns and repetitions accompanying your thoughtlessness, as if to say let go of that other more linear story, with its beginning, middle, and end, with its transcendent end, let go, we are the poem, we have come miles of life, we have survived this far to tell you, go on, go on.

Accompanying, Goes On, Letting Go, Poem, Repetitions, Stories