Nick

“No matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce—winds, seas—a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. there was nothing as complex in the world—no flower or stone—as a single hello from a human being.”
― Lorrie Moore, Birds of America: Stories

“I watched summer die and autumn turn cold and gray through a broken slat in the blinds.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“There she is, a human being, diving into the unknown, and she is wide awake.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“It was really the world that was one’s brutal mother, the one that nursed and neglected you, and your own mother was only your sibling in that world.”
― Lorrie Moore, Birds of America: Stories