“Maybe I still haven't become me. I don't know how you tell for sure when you finally have.”
―
Emily M. Danforth,
The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I just liked girls because I couldn't help not to.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“...and there I was sending all the wrong signals to the right people in the wrong ways. Again, again, again.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“In the embrace's release I caught the scent again. Unmistakable. Marijuana. These homos were high as kites.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But if renting all those movies had taught me anything more than how to lose myself in them, it was that you only actually have perfectly profound little moments like that in real life if you recognize them yourself, do all the fancy shot work and editing in your head, usually in the very seconds that whatever is happening is happening. And even if you do manage to do so, just about never does anyone else you’re with at the time experience that exact same kind of moment, and it’s impossible to explain it as it’s happening, and then the moment is over.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous--the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows--but also so, so removed.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“You can't catch somebody doing something when they're not hiding.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“How could I pretend to be a victim when I was so willing to sin?” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But there was a fire waiting. And there was a little meal laid out on a blanket. And there was a whole world beyond that shoreline, beyond the forest, beyond the knuckle mountains, beyond, beyond, beyond, not beneath the surface at all, but beyond and waiting.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I told myself that I didn't need any of that shit, but there it was, repeated to me day after day after day. And when you're surrounded by a bunch of mostly strangers experiencing the same thing, unable to call home, tethered to routine on ranchland miles away from anybody who might have known you before, might have been able to recognize the real you if you told them you couldn't remember who she was, it's not really like being real at all. It's plastic living. It's living in a diorama. It's living the life of one of those prehistoric insects encased in amber: suspended, frozen, dead but not, you don't know for sure.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But whatever we once were we weren’t anymore.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But Ruth was wrong, too. There was more than just one other world beyond ours; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, and at 99 cents apiece I could rent them all.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“When you run into yourself, you run into feelings you never thought you had.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I don’t think it’s overstating it to say that my religion of choice became VHS rentals, and that its messages came in Technicolor and musical montages and fades and jump cuts and silver-screen legends and B-movie nobodies and villains to root for and good guys to hate. But Ruth was wrong, too. There was more than just one other world beyond ours; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, and at 99 cents apiece I could rent them all.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But I couldn't ever make that dream happen. It just came on its own, the way dreams do.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“Everything was heightened the way it always is when summer is slipping away to fall, and you're younger than eighteen, and all you can do is suck your cherry Icee and let the chlorine sting your nose, all the way up into the pockets behind your eyes, and snap your towel at the pretty girl with the sunburn, and hope to do it all again come June.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I hate sour cream and onion Pringles," I told the dashboard where I had my feet planted until Ruth pushed them down."But you love Pringles," Ruth actually rattled the canister."I hate sour cream and onion anything. All lesbians do." I blew heaps of bubbles into my milk with the tiny straw that came cellophaned to the carton."I want you to stop using that word," Ruth jammed the lid back onto the can."Which word? Sour or cream?" I plastic laughed with my reflection in the passenger-side window.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“Eleanor Faderman knew many books. But never before had she read a book that seemed to know her.” ― Emily M. Danforth, Plain Bad Heroines
“On the screen it rained and rained confetti, for minutes, and that glitter-rain, plus the cameras flashing and the lights from the billboards and the awesome mass of the crowds in their shiny hats and toothy smiles, made the world pop and shine and blur in a way that makes you sad to be watching it all on your TV screen, in a way that makes you feel like, instead of bringing the action into your living room, the TV cameras are just reminding you of how much you're missing, confronting you with it, you in your pajamas, on your couch, a couple of pizza crusts resting in some orange grease on a paper plate in front of you, your glass of soda mostly flat and watery, the ice all melted, and the good stuff happening miles and miles away from where you're at.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I just liked girls because I couldn't help not to.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“...and there I was sending all the wrong signals to the right people in the wrong ways. Again, again, again.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“In the embrace's release I caught the scent again. Unmistakable. Marijuana. These homos were high as kites.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But if renting all those movies had taught me anything more than how to lose myself in them, it was that you only actually have perfectly profound little moments like that in real life if you recognize them yourself, do all the fancy shot work and editing in your head, usually in the very seconds that whatever is happening is happening. And even if you do manage to do so, just about never does anyone else you’re with at the time experience that exact same kind of moment, and it’s impossible to explain it as it’s happening, and then the moment is over.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous--the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows--but also so, so removed.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“You can't catch somebody doing something when they're not hiding.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“How could I pretend to be a victim when I was so willing to sin?” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But there was a fire waiting. And there was a little meal laid out on a blanket. And there was a whole world beyond that shoreline, beyond the forest, beyond the knuckle mountains, beyond, beyond, beyond, not beneath the surface at all, but beyond and waiting.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I told myself that I didn't need any of that shit, but there it was, repeated to me day after day after day. And when you're surrounded by a bunch of mostly strangers experiencing the same thing, unable to call home, tethered to routine on ranchland miles away from anybody who might have known you before, might have been able to recognize the real you if you told them you couldn't remember who she was, it's not really like being real at all. It's plastic living. It's living in a diorama. It's living the life of one of those prehistoric insects encased in amber: suspended, frozen, dead but not, you don't know for sure.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But whatever we once were we weren’t anymore.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But Ruth was wrong, too. There was more than just one other world beyond ours; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, and at 99 cents apiece I could rent them all.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“When you run into yourself, you run into feelings you never thought you had.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I don’t think it’s overstating it to say that my religion of choice became VHS rentals, and that its messages came in Technicolor and musical montages and fades and jump cuts and silver-screen legends and B-movie nobodies and villains to root for and good guys to hate. But Ruth was wrong, too. There was more than just one other world beyond ours; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, and at 99 cents apiece I could rent them all.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“But I couldn't ever make that dream happen. It just came on its own, the way dreams do.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“Everything was heightened the way it always is when summer is slipping away to fall, and you're younger than eighteen, and all you can do is suck your cherry Icee and let the chlorine sting your nose, all the way up into the pockets behind your eyes, and snap your towel at the pretty girl with the sunburn, and hope to do it all again come June.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“I hate sour cream and onion Pringles," I told the dashboard where I had my feet planted until Ruth pushed them down."But you love Pringles," Ruth actually rattled the canister."I hate sour cream and onion anything. All lesbians do." I blew heaps of bubbles into my milk with the tiny straw that came cellophaned to the carton."I want you to stop using that word," Ruth jammed the lid back onto the can."Which word? Sour or cream?" I plastic laughed with my reflection in the passenger-side window.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
“Eleanor Faderman knew many books. But never before had she read a book that seemed to know her.” ― Emily M. Danforth, Plain Bad Heroines
“On the screen it rained and rained confetti, for minutes, and that glitter-rain, plus the cameras flashing and the lights from the billboards and the awesome mass of the crowds in their shiny hats and toothy smiles, made the world pop and shine and blur in a way that makes you sad to be watching it all on your TV screen, in a way that makes you feel like, instead of bringing the action into your living room, the TV cameras are just reminding you of how much you're missing, confronting you with it, you in your pajamas, on your couch, a couple of pizza crusts resting in some orange grease on a paper plate in front of you, your glass of soda mostly flat and watery, the ice all melted, and the good stuff happening miles and miles away from where you're at.” ― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
