The Bed Moved Quotes

“We used to call it the World Wide Web, but at some point the world had dropped out. The wide was gone. It was a narrow web connecting us to those who would never love us back.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved

“Except I wasn’t paid not to have feelings. I had broken my own spirit for free.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved

“He was officially good, and I enjoyed berating myself for not appreciating his goodness.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved

“He lifted a condom out of the velveteen satchel. I checked the label to see if it was flavored. He'd bought a variety pack by accident and some of the condoms smelled like strawberries. Even high, I refused to accept a flavor in my vagina. A condom should be condom flavored, not try to appropriate fruit. Things should be what they were. But what were they?

"It's coconut."
"That's not okay.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved

“A woman put her finger to her lips, though we were not talking. Maybe the Original Mantra was "Shush". I judged her breasts as revenge, but they weren't bad by naked hot springs standards. In the southern part of the state , bodies were tanned and injected to perfection, but here in the north, where we bathed, bodies relaxed and gave in to an idea of perfect acceptance. Signs advertised workshops to reclaim powers long forgotten. People banged drums in the parking lot, unlocked childhood trauma in sacral tissue, painted their penises with raspberries.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved

“Gray and I talked about library school the way draft dodgers talked about Canada.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved

“We pulled into a wooded lot and parked next to a bulletin board that said 'We Are a Clothing Optional Resort.' The springs steamed behind wet steps. Kiosk notices alerted us to internecine management conflicts, meditation workshops, the healing power of lithium. Women walked by with breasts that left you feeling conflicted. Testicles dangled. I had never even been to a hot spring with bathing suits. The grower went to the bathroom while I purchased day passes with my SAT earnings.

'It's explained in the guidebook, but these are holy waters,' said the guy at the front desk. He had a half-shaved head and a t-shirt that said 'Question Male Privilege.' He handed me a guidebook as thick as a course packet. 'So we prefer you not speak, eat, or engage in sexual congress. No passion in the pools.”
― Rebecca Schiff, The Bed Moved