The Virgin Suicides:
| “ | We felt the imprisonment of being a girl. The way it made your mind active and dreamy. And how you ended up knowing what colors went together. We knew that girls were really women in disguise. That they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. We knew that they knew everything about us, and that we couldn’t fathom them at all. |
