The Small Backs of Children Quotes

“Who are we in moments of crisis or despair? Do we become deeper, truer selves, or lift up and away from a self, untethered from regular meanings like moths suddenly drawn toward heat or light? Are we better people when someone might be dying, and if so, why? Are we weaker, or stronger? Are we beautiful, or abject? Serious, or cartoon? Do we secretly long for death to remind us we are alive?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“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.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“One day the girl is taking a bath and calls out. The widow comes into the tiny bathroom and the water surrounding the girl’s legs is clouded with crimson. She slaps the girl in the face and smiles and kisses her on the cheeks. She says, “May you bloom.” The girl doesn’t flinch. The widow tells her, “This is the first language of your body. It is the word ne. When you bleed each month, as when the moon comes and goes in its journey, you leave the world of men. You enter the body of all women, who are connected to all of nature.” The girl asks, “Why is it the word ne?” The widow responds, “When you bleed, this word is more powerful than any word you could ever speak. It is a blood word. It binds you to animals and trees and the moon and the sun. Where men take blood in the world in hunting and war, women give blood. It is the word ne because it closes the room of a woman’s body to men.” The widow places her hands into the water and says, “Good. You are alive. You and I are alive.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“How did she get here, I mean how did she really get here, what were the choices, what’s a past–she takes a long drink–what is psychological development? Is it as fucking Freudian as it sounds? She sighs the big sigh of twenty-six, wondering if we are all trapped inside identity, genetics, and narrative–some whacked-out Kafka god handwriting our unbearable little life stories. Then she thinks the American-artist thought, the rough-and-tumble kind: how can I use this?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“see the stories of women, but they are always stuck inside the stories of men. Why is that?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“When you bleed, this word is more powerful than any word you could ever speak. It is a blood word. It binds you to animals and trees and the moon and the sun. Where men take blood in the world in hunting and war, women give blood. It is the word ne because it closes the room of a woman’s body to men.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“What she thinks and feels is this: This is a world of men. They come into your country, they invade your home, they kill your family. They turn your body into the battlefield — the territory of all violence — all power — all life and death. And we take it. We do. We keep taking it. We have lost track of the reasons we do not slaughter the world of men, but we do not. Yes, there are good men. She sees the face of her father. She sees how the filmmaker loves the writer. She sees the yet-unwritten life of the writer’s son. She sees her. . brother. Beautiful smear. 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. Cannot be done with them. Cannot exile them into oblivion.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“I’ve come to ask my questions. The ones my dead girl left inside me.
Is it my fault.
What happened to you.
Are you happy.
What do you want from me.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Love isn't what anyone said. It's worse. You can die from it at any moment.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“And so, now, she runs. In her running, her mind leaves her.
And she can hear nothing but her heart, the blast making her deaf.
There is a great white silent empty in her running.
She runs.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“I tell you, it scares me what I have done to her. It terrifies me, even. And yet I am not sorry. I am as deeply unsorry as a person could be. There is nothing that one human will not do to another.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“It is only inside abstraction and expression and chaos that he is alive.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“And the world will continue to be melted by a sun we’ve crossed terribly with our progress.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Germany will forgive itself so much that it returns to arms.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“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.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“It is not a perfect place, America. It’s simply a way out of this story.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“how to make language go strange and vertical to make a poem. How to trust the moon.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“This is the first language of your body. It is the word ne. When you bleed each month, as when the moon comes and goes in its journey, you leave the world of men. You enter the body of all women, who are connected to all of nature.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Do not listen to what any society tells you about the body—the body is the metaphor for all experience. A woman’s body more than any other. Like language, its beautiful but weaker sister. Look at this poem. This painting. Look at these photographs. The body doesn’t lie.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Look at this poem. How it travels down the page in lines, not sentences. How its beauty is vertical, like a body.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“remember how they tracked down that green-eyed Afghan girl? And she’s now a leather-faced crone? Because her life went from misery and shit to more monotonous and meaningless misery and shit, while her famous photo went ’round and ’round the world making that McCurry guy famous? I say we do it.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“America, land of coupling, land of sanctioned marriage and two-person twined knots, land of tireless good-citizen living, land of the happy family, land of the free and the brave and the locked imagination, land of ignorant homeowner masses lined up in twos.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Aren’t we all just shooting for a life where art matters?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Photographs replace memory. Photographs replace lived experience. History.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“And memory has no syntax.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Any child is stronger than a mother, since the love we have for our children could kill us.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“There are many kinds of love, but there is never a love, or a life, without pain.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“My country is not in me except in the violence that has crossed my body.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“Where do any of us come from? Is it a country? A mother? Or is it perhaps an image, a song, a story inside which we feel .. named?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children

“There is nothing that one human will not do to another.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Small Backs of Children