… it wasn’t pretend, I wasn’t in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. It’s the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.
Miranda JulyI cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.
Miranda JulyI wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself.
Miranda JulySince I started making art, I've always had some kind of project that was really about and for other people, because I think I just need that balance to feel sane myself — you know?
Miranda July