In England, where I currently live, there are many ornamental gardens and very few Vietnamese people, which is one reason I was glad to meet the poet Ocean Vuong in Milan.
—"Ocean Vuong, Reluctant Optimist," Literary Hub
"Baby, I'll behave, if you let me stay," she drawls cynically over the driving bass beat. "Please don't think that I'm begging you for love."
I had reached the end of a question I was trying to answer in those stories. And that was: 'Do I really want to be here?' Because the only other option is to die. And I was like, 'Ok. I’ll stick it out. So what comes next?'
—Interview with Ottessa Moshfegh, The White Review