AN EMPTINESS WITH A NAME: YOU.

"I am screaming, All these years you came first! You, never me! Who cleaned, did the homework for hours, slogged through the shopping? Did you? Goddamned master of the universe! Phallic Übermensch off to a conference! The neural correlates of consciousness! It makes me puke!

Why are you always so angry? What happened to your sense of humor? Why are you rewriting our life?"

- The summer without men, Siri Hustvedt

NO ONE BELONGS HERE MORE THAN YOU.

"In the reocurring dream, everything has already fallen down, and I'm underneath. I'm crawling, sometimes for days, under the rubble. And as I crawl, I realize that this one was the Big One. It was the earthquake that shook the whole world, and every single thing was destroyed. But this isn't the scary part. That part always comes right before I wake up. I am crawling, and then suddenly, I remember: the earthquake happened years ago. This pain, this dying, this is just normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else."

"Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I've never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I will ask myself: is it worth it? And it just isn't."

"I hated my job, but I liked that I could do it. I had once believed in a precious inner self, but now I didn't. I had thought that I was fragile, but I wasn't."

- No one belongs here more than you., Miranda July