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Miranda July (born Miranda Jennifer Grossinger; February 15, 1974) is an American film director, screenwriter, singer, actress, author and artist. Her body of work includes film, fiction, monologue, digital media presentations, and live performance art.

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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.

Air, Easy, Impossible, Sleep, Sleeping, Thinking

If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him the answer to the question. If you don't know anyone, call the operator and tell him. Most people don't know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.

Ask, Call, Law, People, Phone, Phones

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.

Different, Wanted, Knows, Maybe, Know

I looked at other couples and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if they weren't even holding hands. When Steve and I held hands, I had to keep looking down to marvel at it. There was my hand, the same hand I've always had - oh, but look! What is it holding? It's holding Steve's hand! Who is Steve? My three-dimensional boyfriend. Each day I wondered what would happen next. What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy. I supposed I would go on being happy forever. I knew I would not mess things up by growing bored. I had done that once before.

Bored, Couple, Hands, Keep, Things, Wanting

I'm totally not kidding. Life is too short. This is all too hard to do to actually be kidding about the whole thing.

Hard, Kidding, Life, Life Is Too Short, Totally, Whole

I gave you things I wasn't sure I even had.

Gave, Things

Very few women have become famous for being who they actually are, nuanced and imperfect. When honesty happens, it's usually couched in self-ridicule or self-help. Dunham doesn't apologize like that-she simply tells her story as if it might be interesting. The result is shocking and radical because it is utterly familiar. Not That Kind of Girl is hilarious, artful, and staggeringly intimate; I read it shivering with recognition.

Familiar, Girl, Honesty, Interesting, Result, Self

Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

Lost, Mattered, Nothing

The thing I am most interested in is power relations - it is so easy to imagine that the other person is living a perfect life.

Easy, Imagine, Interested, Life, Perfect

If you want to have a character who falls into crisis, all you have to do is turn the Internet off, and then we all understand how that feels, when you suddenly just have time and yourself.

Character, Fall, Time, Understand, Want

That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down as if I'm in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest.

Drinking, Life, Like, Problem, Slowness, Tea

After I had my son I looked everywhere for a book that might serve as some kind of mirror. I bought so many silly books. Now I see what the problem was: I wanted a book about time-about mortality. I can't think of a writer who is at once so experimentally daring and so rigorously uncompromising as Sarah Manguso. Ongoingness is an incredibly elegant, wise book, and I loved it.

Book, Daring, Mirror, Rigorously, Silly, Wise

My earliest memory is aged three, seeing sunlight on water and feeling it was really magical.

Feeling, Feelings, Memories, Memory, Water

Since 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?

Art, People, Project, Think, Thinking

When you're not doing fiction, there's a limit to how much illustrating you can do with your work. I mean, you can do fine. There are great non-fiction writers, but people aren't necessarily going to say anything that reveals them as much as a picture might. Even their surroundings, in lot of cases, the things that meant the most to me were the things I noticed in their houses. I was always looking, as much as I was listening to them. I was looking around for clues as to why I was there.

House, Mean, People, Surroundings

Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.

Being Single, Correctness, Decision, Inspirational, Sense, Usually

People who would not be using the word gender or thinking about gayness or trans-ness may actually, without even thinking about it, be not their own gender in their inner world. I think that's actually so normal, because female sexuality is sold to all of us. It doesn't just reach the eyes of men. You might not care about the idea of boobs or jugs or whatever, but it could impact your inner sexual life.

Eye, Impact, Men, Think, Thinking

I asked myself if I would kill my parents to save his life, a question I had been posing since I was fifteen. The answer always used to be yes. But in time, all those boys had faded away, and my parents were still there. I was now less and less willing to kill them for anyone; in fact, I worried for their health. In this case, however, I had to say yes. Yes, I would.

Answers, Boys, Parent, Parents, Question, Worried

I was a lot dumber when I was writing the novel. I felt like worse of a writer because I wrote many of the short stories in one sitting or over maybe three days, and they didn't change that much. There weren't many, many drafts. That made me feel semi-brilliant and part of a magical process. Writing the novel wasn't like that. I would come home every day from my office and say, "Well, I still really like the story, I just wish it was better written. " At that point, I didn't realize I was writing a first draft. And the first draft was the hardest part.

Home, Writing, Office, Day, Realize

I think because I write so many short stories, it's not that hard to come up with characters that are not me.

Character, Hard, Stories, Thinking, Write, Writing

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