113 Quotes About Ottessa-moshfegh

I felt both relieved and irritated when Reva showed up, the way you'd feel if someone interrupted you in the middle of suicide. Not that what I was doing was suicide. In fact, it was the opposite of suicide. My hibernation was self-preservational. I thought it was going to save my life.

If, when I woke up in June, life still wasn't worth the trouble, I would end it. I would jump. This was the deal I made.

Isn't it only fair that I should get to choose how I'll die? I wouldn't die like my father did, passive and quiet while the cancer ate him alive. At least my mother did things her own way. I'd never thought to admire her before for that. At least she had guts. At least she took matters into her own hands.

I felt happy. I hardly felt like myself.

My brain hurts and I cry all the time. I don't want to be here on Earth for one moment longer.

Tell me everything!" she'd cry, salivating. Poor Reva. She might actually have thought I was capable of sharing things. "Friends forever?" She'd want us to make some sacred pact. She always wanted to make pacts. "Let's make a pact to have brunch at least twice a month. Let's promise to go for a walk through Central Park every Saturday. Let's have a daily call-time. Will you swear to take a ski trip this year? It burns so many calories.

I want downers, that much I know," I said frankly. "And I want something that'll put a damper on my need for company.I'm at the end of my rope," I said. "I'm an orphan, on top of it all. I probably have PTSD. My mother killed herself.""How?" Dr. Tuttle asked."Slit her wrists," I lied."Good to know.

When Reva gave advice, it sounded as though she were reading a bad made-for-TV movie script. "A walk around the block could do wonders for your mood," she said. "Aren't you hungry?""I'm not in the mood for food," I said. "And I don't feel like going anywhere.

Family time can put a strain on the mentally deranged." She clucked her tongue as though out of pity.