113 Quotes About Ottessa-moshfegh

I just wanted to sleep all the time. I had a plan.

I was intensely bored of Reva already. This would be the end of our friendship, I felt.

Would she suddenly grow into maturity and discard me as a relic from a failed past, the way I'd hoped to do to her when my year of sleep was over?

I guess I have a lot of emotion stored up. But it's nothing bad. It's love. It's just love rotting up inside of me . . . That's it . . . I have too much love, I think, and nobody to give it to.

I wanted to hold onto the house the way you'd hold onto a love letter. It was proof that I had not always been completely alone in the world. But I think I was also holding on to the loss, to the emptiness of the house itself, as though to affirm that it was better to be alone than to be stuck with people who were supposed to love you, yet couldn't.

I feel very, very alone.""We're all alone, Reva," I told her. It was true: I was, she was. This was the maximum comfort I could offer.

In the distance, people were living lives, having fun, learning, making money, fighting and walking around and falling in and out of love. People were being born, growing up, dropping dead. Trevor was probably spending his Christmas vacation with some woman in Hawaii or Bali or Tulum. He was probably fingering her at that very moment, telling her he loved her. He might actually be happy. I shut the window and lowered all the blinds.

Her loyalty was absurd. This was what kept us going.

I felt I'd walked into a scene from a movie in which someone was going mad, the air heavy with suspense.