Miranda July Quotes

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied.

Nothing matters very much, and very few things matter at all.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?" The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct." "Do all Imass think about futility?" "No. Few think at all." "Why is that?" The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."

I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference.

To keep you is no benefit, to destroy you is no loss

Nothing is important.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.

In the world everything is as it is and happens as it does happen. In it, there is no value, - and if there were, it would be of no value.

There was nothing in this world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

The point is there ain't no point.

Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

Everything means nothing to me

Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

I don't care about losses anymore.

For me, opposition is just another opposition.

The thing about my music is, there really is no point.

The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent.

I'm not surprised by hardly anything anymore.

Famously, there's not really anywhere to go after nihilism. It's not progressing toward anything, it's a statement of outrage, however brilliant.