321 Quotes by Ottessa Moshfegh

I did crave attention, but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it.

Sometimes I feel dead," I told her, "and I hate everybody.

We probably shouldn't be friends," I told her, stretching out on the sofa. "I've been thinking about it, and I see no reason to continue.

An interesting book about possums. Animals have so much wisdom," Dr. Tuttle paused. "I hope you're not a vegetarian," she said, lowering her glasses."I'm not.""That's a relief.

We all have our own ways to cope with stress," she said, and rambled on about the benefits of habitual behaviors. "Self-soothing," is how she described it. "Like meditation." I yawned, hating her.

She couldn't or simply wouldn't understand why I wanted to sleep all the time, and she was always rubbing my nose in her moral high ground and telling me to 'face the music' about whatever bad habit I'd been stuck on at the time. The summer I started sleeping, Reva admonished me for 'squandering my bikini body.' 'Smoking kills.' 'You should get out more.' 'Are you getting enough protein in your diet?' Et cetera.

I think I have insomnia. That's my main issue.""You're probably addicted to caffeine, too, am I right?""I don't know.""You better keep drinking it. If you quit now, you'll just go crazy.

Mirth,” Dr. Tuttle said. “I like it better than joy. Happiness isn’t a word I like to use in here. It’s very arresting, happiness. You should know that I'm someone who appreciates the subtleties of human experience. Being well rested is a precondition, of course. Do you know what mirth means? M-I-R-T-H?""Yeah. Like The House of Mirth," I said. "A sad story," said Dr. Tuttle."I haven't read it.""Better you don't.

Did you take time off of work?""I quit," I lied. "I want to devote more time to my own interests."What interests? I didn't know you had interests." She sounded utterly betrayed.