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

“Her loyalty was absurd. This was what kept us going.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“The first time I met Dr. Tuttle, she wore a foam neck brace because of a "taxi accident" and was holding an obese tabby, whom she introduced as "my eldest.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“She was an expert at conflating canned advice with any excuse for drinking to oblivion.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I'll lend you my confidence boosting CD set," she would say if I alluded to any concern or worry . . .

Every few weeks, she had a whole new paradigm for living, and I had to hear about it. "Get good at knowing when you're tired," she'd advised me once. "Too many women wear themselves thin these days." A lifestyle tip from Get the Most Out of Your Day, Ladies included the suggestion to preplan your outfits for the workweek on Sunday evenings.

"That way you won't be second-guessing yourself in the morning."

I really hated when she talked like that.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

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

“She couldn't or simply wouldn't understand why I wanted to sleep all the time, and she was always rubbing my nose in her moral high ground and telling me to 'face the music' about whatever bad habit I'd been stuck on at the time. The summer I started sleeping, Reva admonished me for 'squandering my bikini body.' 'Smoking kills.' 'You should get out more.' 'Are you getting enough protein in your diet?' Et cetera.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I think I have insomnia. That's my main issue."

"You're probably addicted to caffeine, too, am I right?"

"I don't know."

"You better keep drinking it. If you quit now, you'll just go crazy.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

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

“I never got a good look at Dr. Tuttle's eyes. I suspect that they were crazy eyes, black and shiny, like a crow's. The pen she used was long and purple and had a purple feather at the end of it.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Sleep is key. Most people need upwards of fourteen hours or so. The modern age has forced us to live unnatural lives. Busy, busy, busy. Go, go, go. You probably work too much.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Mirth,â€� Dr. Tuttle said. “I like it better than joy. Happiness isn’t a word I like to use in here. It’s very arresting, happiness. You should know that I'm someone who appreciates the subtleties of human experience. Being well rested is a precondition, of course. Do you know what mirth means? M-I-R-T-H?"

"Yeah. Like The House of Mirth," I said.

"A sad story," said Dr. Tuttle.

"I haven't read it."

"Better you don't.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation