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“It was lunacy, this idea, that I could sleep myself into a new life. Preposterous. But there I was, approaching the depths of my journey”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Things change, he says. I don't know how they do. But they do without your realizing it or wanting them to.”
― Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

“Nothing seemed really real. Sleeping, waking, it all collided into one gray, monotonous plane ride through the clouds. I didn't talk to myself in my head. There wasn't much to say. This was how I knew the sleep was having an effect: I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I'd disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was my dream.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“He understood that it only took one lunatic and a torch to bring everything to ruin.”
― Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love