Miranda July



"Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn.
Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again.
Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone."

 "I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault.
Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, or be told."

"From now on I am yours.
No matter what? Even when
you are with Helena and I am
just the short woman upstairs,
am I still yours then?
Yes, it is a fact between us,
even if we never speak of it again."


"Then a strange thing happened. 
I was looking down at my shoes on the brown linoleum floor and I was thinking about how I bet this floor hadn't been washed in a million years and I suddenly felt like I was going to die.
But instead of dying, I said: I can teach you how to swim. And we don't need a pool."

"I wasn't even totally sure we were broken up until I saw you with her.
You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling."

"At intervals I would open my eyes long enough to remember and then I'd drop back into unconsciousness.
In dreams I knew I was tunneling toward her - if I could only dig deep enough, I would find her.
The tunnels narrowed as I crawled through them, until they became impossible knotted strands of hair that I could only tear at."


"There was nothing in the world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost."

"He walked around my living room, touching things that had once meant a lot to me, but now seemed beside the point."

"I don't believe in psychology, which says everything you do is because of yourself.
That is so untrue.
We are social animals, and everything we do is because of other people,
because we love them, or because we don't."

"and our curiosity was blossoming like a rose, we wanted to know, we really wanted to know, all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is."

"Now began the part of her life where
she was just very beautiful, except for nothing."

"They wordlessly excused each other
for not loving each other as much as they had planned to."


-Miranda July

"Når jeg snur meg i natten er sengen stor som et kontinent. 
Det er endeløst hvitt rom der du ikke er. Jeg reiser i det, tomme for tomme, men du er ikke der. 
Dette er ikke en lek, du kommer ikke til å sprette frem og overraske meg. 
Sengen er tom. Jeg ligger i den, men den er tom."