Verge Quotes

“Books continued to house me in a way that the world did not.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge

“Every page of words was a chance for escape, a chance to suicide into a life where the brain was something more than a heavy bundle of gray worms, into a place where the body lost its origins and confines and mutated endlessly. Whole worlds cupped between my hands.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge

“Do not do not do not behave “like an immigrant.” Do not out yourself. Language is a funny thing, she thought. It opens and closes. It trips you like a crack in the sidewalk. Keep moving or die.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge: Stories

“Bosch closes his eyes and focuses on this feeling, so he'll remember it when it's gone. For it will be gone, will it not? That is the way of things, that is time, and time is a fucker, and except for this one time in all his life he'd never cared about the boot-sludge drone of time, and suddenly it is everything, isn't it? It is the whole of life and death stuffed into a tiny room with not enough oxygen to breathe or keep a fire going. It is strange to be remembering before the thing itself is gone from you, strange to have that pressure to fold images and impressions into the gray labyrinth of brain.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge

“Przeszłość może złamać jej ciało bez względu na wszystko, może ją poruszać, napędzać, przyspieszać, otwierać, potrzeba z przeszłości, nie da się tego zatrzymać.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge

“Czasami wszystkie godziny naszego życia na chwilę się rozdzierają, a potem zszywają z powrotem, jak gdyby nic nie dostało się do środka.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge

“[...] robimy to, co wszyscy: wymyślamy sposoby na życie, na które nas nie stać.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge

“Every page of words was a chance for escape, a chance to suicide into a life where the brain was something more than a heavy bundle of gray worms, into a place where the body lost its origins and confines and mutated endlessly. Whole worlds cupped between my hands. The only happiness I ever knew in that space came from between my legs, from a bottle, or from a book. Until the prison filled.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge: Stories

“He cannot picture himself; he is afraid he is changing in ways he cannot live with.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge: Stories

“She’s deaf with desire and wet movement. She’s a blur. She’s smudging herself into moving particles, a streak of atoms.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge: Stories

“Or she wanted to be free to shoot around like a marble again.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge: Stories

“Value signifies meaning, right?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, Verge: Stories