She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her. - Miranda July

We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.

For me lying created just the right amount of problems and what you saw was just one of my four or five faces- each real, each with different needs. The only dangerous lie was one that asked me to compress myself down into a single convenient entity that one person could understand. I was a kaleidoscope, each glittering piece of glass changing as I turned.

Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.