Sadness is pathetically limited to the range of thirst, it is just a sip of emotion, tightly buckled to a frown, quenchable. - Miranda July

We don't really believe in mowing the lawn; we do it only to avoid unnecessary engagement with the neighbors.

She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.

Most of life is offline, and I think it always will be; eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time. In twenty years I'd be interviewing air and water and heat just to remember they mattered.