113 Quotes About Ottessa-moshfegh

I'd stay home through the blizzard and get some hard sleeping done. I'd return to my old rhythm, my daily rituals. I needed the stability of my familiar routine.

I still couldn't accept that Trevor was a loser and a moron. I didn't want to believe that I could have degraded myself for someone who didn't deserve it.

I steered clear of anything that might pique my intellect or make me envious or anxious. I kept my head down.

I really despised him, everyone.

People died all the time. Why couldn't I?

Nothing made me happy.

I found my way into the Met one afternoon in early September. I guess I wanted to see what other people had done with their lives, people who had made art alone, who had stared long and hard at bowls of fruit.

All I had to offer were my skills as a doormat, a blank wall, someone desperate enough to do anything—just short of murder, let's say—simply to get someone to like me, let alone love me.

Perhaps I was lucky after all. It's very hard to measure out, in hindsight, who had it worse than whom.