But these painters of fruit thought only of their own mortality, as though the beauty of their work would somehow soothe their fear of death. There they all were, hanging feckless and candid and meaningless, paintings of things, objects, the paintings themselves just things, objects, withering toward their own inevitable demise.
-Ottessa Moshfegh
Select a background
More quotes by Ottessa Moshfegh
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.