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“I did crave attention, but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“For a moment I felt joyful, and then I felt completely exhausted.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Sometimes I feel dead," I told her, "and I hate everybody.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Reva often spoke about 'settling down.' That sounded like death to me.

'I'd rather be alone than anybody's live-in prostitute,' I said to Reva.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I thought that if I did normal things—held down a job, for example—I could starve off the part of me that hated everything. If I had been a man, I may have turned to a life of crime.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I wasn't an insomniac, but I was miserable.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Life was repetitive, resonated at a low hum.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Your problem is that you're passive. You wait around for things to change, and they never will.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“And that was exactly what I wanted - my emotions passing like headlights that shine softly through a window, sweep past me, illuminate something vaguely familiar, then fade and leave me in the dark again.”
― Otessa Moshfegh

“I always called back to cancel, which I hated doing because I hated talking to people.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“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.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“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.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“What next? I couldn't imagine.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I might have felt better if he were dead, I thought, since behind every memory of him was the possibility of reconciling, and thus more heartbreak and indignity. I felt weak.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“...I remembered watching her 'put her face on', as she called it, and wondering if one day I'd be like her, a beautiful fish in a man-made poor, circling and circling, surviving the tedium only because my memory can contain what is imprinted on the last few minutes of my life, constantly forgetting my thoughts.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Oprah says that we women rush into decisions because we don't have faith that something better will ever come along. And that's how we get stuck in dissatisfying careers and marriages. Amen!”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“It made me feel important, like I was participating in the world. My trash mixed with the trash of others. The things I touched touched things other people has touched. I was contributing. I was connecting.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“…one high-heeled shoe slipping off and hovering up over her, the other stuck on her foot as though it were too small, her blouse untucked, hair flailing, limbs stiff as she plummets down, one arm raised, like a dive into a summer lake-I am overcome by awe, not because she looks like Reva, and I thinks it’s her, almost exactly her, and not because Reva and I had been friends, or because I’ll never see her again, but because she is beautiful. There she is, a human being, diving into the unknown, and she is wide awake.”
― Otessa Moshfegh

“The thought stung. 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.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“The bed was a king, low to the ground, and whenever I slept in it, I felt very far away from the world, like I was in a spaceship or on the moon. I missed that bed. The stiff blankness of my mother's eggshell sheets.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I reached for her hand and held it. It was bold of me to make such a move, but I thought we might bond now that we had something so huge in common -- a dead man whose last name we shared.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“She thought she was sophisticated -- she liked fine clothes, good liquor -- but she knew nothing about art. She didn't read anything but romance novels. There were no freshly cut flowers around the house. She mostly watched TV and smoked in bed all day, as far as I could tell. That was her 'culture'.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Outside of the occasional irritation, I had no
nightmares, no passions, no desires, no great pains.”
― Moshfegh Ottessa

“The air hurt, the light hurt, the details of the world seemed garish and hostile.”
― Moshfegh Ottessa

“It was too much to consider it all, stretching out, a circular planet covered in creatures and things growing, all of it spinning slowly on an axis created by what—some freak accident? It seemed implausible. The world could be flat just as easily as it could be round. Who could prove anything? In time, I would understand, I told myself.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh

“I’m at the gym,â€� she said. “Can we talk later?â€� We never did.”
― Otessa Moshfegh

“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.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Picasso was right to start painting the dreary and dejected. The blues. He looked out the window at his own misery. I could respect that. But these painters of fruit thought only of their own mortality, as though the beauty of their work would somehow soothe their fears 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, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“â€� I am overcome by awe, not because she looks like Reva, and I think it’s her, almost exactly her, and not because Reva and I had been friends, or because I’ll never see her again, but because she is beautiful. There she is, a human being, diving into the unknown, and she is wide awake.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I might have felt better if [she] were dead, I thought, since behind every memory of [her] was the possibility of reconciling, and thus more heartbreak and indignity.”
― Otessa Mosfegh