May

“It was proof that I had not always been completely alone in this world. But I think I was also holding on to the loss, to the emptiness of the house itself, as though to affirm that it was better to be alone than to be stuck with people who were supposed to love you, yet couldn’t.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“El feminismo no consiste en cuestionar el deseo de las otras, sino el propio, aunque sea doloroso, sobre todo cuando la sensación es que eso que anhelamos no nos está haciendo bien.”
― Tamara Tenenbaum, El fin del amor: querer y coger en el siglo XXI

“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Es importante tener un cómplice. No es indispensable, pero parece buena idea contar con alguien que también provenga de aquel lugar. Ojos que conocieron la misma guerra, que perdieron la misma patria.”
― Alaíde Ventura Medina, Entre los rotos