I first read 'Madame Bovary' in my teens or early twenties. Lydia Davis More Quotes by Lydia Davis More Quotes From Lydia Davis Do what you want to do, and don't worry if it's a little odd or doesn't fit the market. Lydia Davis want worry littles Nearly every morning, a certain woman in our community comes running out of her house with her face white and her overcoat flapping wildly. She cries out, "Emergency, emergency," and one of us runs to her and holds her until her fears are calmed. We know she is making it up; nothing is has really happened to her. But we understand, because there is hardly one of us who has no been moved at some time to do just what she has done, and every time, it has taken all our strength, and even the strength of our friends and families, too, to keep us quiet. Lydia Davis taken running morning I looked like a woman in glasses, but I had dreams of leading a very different kind of life, the life of a woman who would not wear glasses, the kind of woman I saw from a distance now and then in a bar. Lydia Davis distance glasses dream The moment when a limit is reached, when there is nothing ahead but darkness: something comes in to help that is not real. Another way all this is like madness: a mad person not helped out of his trouble by anything real begins to trust what is not real because it helps him and he needs it because real things continue not to help him. Lydia Davis mad real darkness You know the pain is part of the whole thing. And it isn’t that you can say afterwards the pleasure was greater than the pain and that’s why you would do it again. That has nothing to do with it. You can’t measure it, because the pain comes after and it lasts longer. So the question really is, Why doesn’t that pain make you say, I won’t do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don’t. Lydia Davis pleasure lasts pain Like a tropical storm, I, too, may one day become ‘better organized. Lydia Davis storm one-day may Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart. Lydia Davis feel-better heart long There seemed to be three choices: to give up trying to love anyone, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish. Lydia Davis selfish giving-up choices After Birth is a fast-talking, opinionated, moody, funny, and slightly desperate account of the attempt to recover from having a baby. It is a romp through dangerous waters, in which passages of hilarity are shadowed by the dark nights of earliest motherhood, those months so tremulous with both new love and the despairing loss of one's identity-to read it is an absorbing, entertaining, and thought-provoking experience. Lydia Davis dark loss baby If you think of something, do it. Plenty of people often think, “I’d like to do this, or that. Lydia Davis terror people thinking I started with small-press publishers, who were willing to publish all sorts of forms. I didn't move to the larger presses until they knew what they were getting in for. Lydia Davis willing form moving Art is not in some far-off place. Lydia Davis writers-block art-is art My stories are sometimes closer to poems or meditations, but often there is at least a little narrative in them. Lydia Davis meditation stories littles Work hard and meticulously. When in trouble, look closely at a text that is a good example of what you're trying to do. And be patient. Lydia Davis hard-work example trying To observe the world carefully, to write a lot and often, on a schedule if necessary, to use the dictionary a lot, to look up word origins, to analyze closely the work of writers you admire, to read not only contemporaries but writers of the past, to learn at least one foreign language, to live an interesting life outside of writing. Lydia Davis writing past interesting The translator ... Peculiar outcast, ghost in the world of literature, recreating in another form something already created, creating and not creating, writing words that are his own and not his own, writing a work not original to him, composing with utmost pains and without recognition of his pains or the fact that the composition really is his own. Lydia Davis creating pain writing I'm a fierce editor! I don't edit out things that I began by saying, usually. The editing is on the micro level - a comma here, a word there. Lydia Davis editors levels editing I often pose questions to myself and want the answers. The questions may be psychological or emotional. Or they may involve botany or [...] physiology. [...] I am very curious about strangers I observe - as in a bus line. I am very attached to finding out answers. Lydia Davis lines emotional may I think the close work I do as a translator pays off in my writing - I'm always searching for multiple ways to say things. Lydia Davis writing pay thinking Why don't you like the foods I like?" he asks sometimes. "Why don't you like the foods I make?" I answer. Lydia Davis asks answers sometimes
