For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again.
Miranda JulyStichwörter: love lovers love-hurts
We were anxious to begin our life as people who had no people. And it was easy to find an apartment because we had no standards; we were just amazed that it was *our* door, *our* rotting carpet, *our* cockroach infestation... We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired—as furniture sanders—we could hardly believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone's job. Each line on the sidewalk, each saltine. Everyone had rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. We needed time to consider ourselves, to come up with a theory about who we were and to set it to music.
Miranda JulyStichwörter: something-that-needs-nothing
Well,I have a theory that men don't actually cry less than women,they just do it differently. Since we never saw our fathers cry,we are forced to invent our own unique method.
Miranda JulyI moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.
Miranda JulyHe's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.
Miranda JulyThe word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder.
Miranda JulyI went to work the next day out of curiosity, as people return to their villages after the war to see what is left.
Miranda JulyWe 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.
Miranda JulyI knew the beginning and the end – I just had to dream up a convincing middle.
Miranda Julyوینسنت همسری دارد به نام هلنا. او یونانی است و موهای بلندی دارد. رنگشان کردهاست. میخواستم مبادی آداب باشم و نگویم که رنگشان کردهاست اما فکر نمیکنم برایش اهمیتی داشته باشد اگر دیگران هم بدانند رنگ موهایش طبیعی نیست. حالا هم که ریشهی موها خودشان را نشان دادهاند دیگر قیافهاش کاملا شبیه کسی شده که موهایش را رنگ کرده. چه میشد اگر من و او دوستان صمیمی بودیم. چه میشد اگر لباسهایش را به من قرض میداد و میگفت، این به تو بیشتر میآد، پیشت بمونه. چه میشد اگر در میان اشک و آه مرا صدا میزد و من میآمدم آنجا و او را در آشپزخانه دلداری میدادم و وینسنت میخواست بیاید توی آشپزخانه و ما میگفتیم نیا تو. حرفها زنونهاس! چنین صحنهای را در تلویزیون دیدهام. دو تا زن داشتند دربارهی لباسهای زیر گمشده حرف میزدند و یک مرد میخواست بیاید تو و آنها گفتند نیا تو. حرفها زنونهاس. یک دلیل اینکه من و هلنا هیچوقت دوستان صمیمی نخواهیم شد این است که او قدش دوبرابر من است. اکثر مردم دوست دارند با آدمهایی که همقد و اندازهی خودشان باشند دوست شوند، چون اینطوری گردنشان اذیت نمیشود. البته اگر بحث عشق و عاشقی در میان باشد موضوع فرق میکند چون در آن حالت تفاوت سایز خیلی هم به نظر طرفین جذاب میرسد. معنیاش این است که من همهجوره با تو کنار میآیم.
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