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“But coming out of that sleep was excruciating. My entire life flashed before my eyes in the worst way possible, my mind refilling itself with all my lame memories, every little thing that had brought me to where I was. I’d try to remember something else—a better version, a happy story, maybe, or just an equally lame but different life that would at least be refreshing in its digressions—but it never worked. I was always still me. Sometimes I woke up with my face wet with tears. The only times I cried, in fact, were when I was pulled out of that nothingness, when the alarm on my cell phone went off. Then I had to trudge up the stairs, get coffee from the little kitchen, and rub the boogers out of my eyes. It always took me a while to readjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting.”
― Otessa Moshfegh

“La felicidad es vivir sintiendo, lo menos posible, que el hombre, en realidad, está solo.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

“Lifting the pages of the book, I let them fan slowly by my eyes. Words, dimly familiar, but twisted all awry, like faces in a funhouse mirror, fled past, leaving no impression on the glassy surface of my brain.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“The domesticated wilderness of pine, maple and oak rolled to a halt and stuck in the frame of the train window like a bad picture.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar