If I could quietly kill her without anyone knowing, I would. - Miranda July

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

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

The funny thing about my procrastination was that I was almost done with the screenplay. I was like a person who had fought dragons and lost limbs and crawled through swamps and now, finally, the castle was visible. I could see tiny children waving flags on the balcony; all I had to do was walk across a field to get to them. But all of a sudden I was very, very sleepy. And the children couldn't believe their eyes as I folded down to my knees and fell to the ground face-first, with my eyes open. Motionless, I watched ants hurry in and out of a hole and I knew that standing up again would be a thousand times harder than the dragon or the swamp and so I did not even try. I just clicked on one thing after another after another.