Julia Holter Quotes

I'll be me, but I don't like it.

Who you are vs. who you wish you were: Who wins?

I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.

I could easily not be the person that people know.

I don't like catching myself in the mirror because it's like, 'Oh, self.'

There's who you think you are and who you want to be, and then who you actually are.

I am comfortable in my character's skin. I am uncomfortable being in my own skin.

I am a very honest person, and I can only say there are moments in my life where I really did think I was being me in the sense of my morals and beliefs and the way I acted. But when I look back at certain things that I wore and my hair and make-up, I was like, 'Whoa! That wasn't me!' But I didn't know it back then.

You look in the mirror, but you don't see what you actually look like.

As social beings we live with our eyes upon our reflection, but have no assurance of the tranquillity of the waters in which we see it.

At least when you're acting you can be someone. In front of the camera you have to be yourself. And who am I?

My image has swallowed me up! I've given so much out to this projected version of myself, but now I have to live up to this character that I don't even associate half the time.

When I look at myself, I see a person who strangely lacks what I consider the ingredients of a personality.

The woman who made those movies, that's not me. She's someone else.

If you start trying to figure out yourself from the image everyone has of you, you run into a dead end.

There's a constant struggle between my ears about who I am and what I mean to the world.

The fundamental thing about my personality is that I think I'm an imposter.

There is your persona and then there's the real you. I was living inside my persona too much.

People may see me as a luxurious star, but I am always thinking I can be represented by my psychological world that is fraught with vanity, loneliness, and always feels inadequate.

We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.

And identity is funny being yourself is funny as you are never yourself to yourself except as you remember yourself and then of course you do not believe yourself.

Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, I recall with embarrassing clarity the flavor of those particular ashes. It was a matter of misplaced self-respect.

"My insides don't match up with my outsides." "Do anyone's inside and outsides match up?" "I don't know. I'm only me." "Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside."

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.