To live in a city is to be forever flinching. by Jenny Offill

To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

Jenny Offill

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And that phrase - 'sleeping like a baby.' Some blonde said it blithely on the subway the other day. I wanted to lie down next to her and scream for five hours in her ear.

sleep baby lying

But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer and fewer things to make fun of until finally there is nothing you are sure you will never be.

fewer getting-older fun

One of the odd things about being a writer is that you never reach a point of certainty, a point of mastery where you can say, Right. Now I understand how this is done.

odd-things mastery done

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyo... by Jenny Offill

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

reason home people

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.

married monsters art

I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it. by Jenny Offill

I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it.

two people

These bits of poetry that stick to her like burrs. by Jenny Offill

These bits of poetry that stick to her like burrs.

burrs bits sticks

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monste... by Jenny Offill

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead.

married monsters art

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

daughter sleep morning

The Buddhists say there are 121 states of consciousness. Of these, only three involve misery or suffering. Most of us spend our time moving back and forth between these three.

buddhist suffering moving

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

tunnels blue thinking

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.... by Jenny Offill

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

like-love fun love-is

A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.

courtesy tired imagine

Some women make it look so easy, the way they cast ambition off like an expensive coat that no longer fits.

coats ambition looks

For years, I kept a Post-it note above my desk. WORK NOT LOVE! was what it said. It seemed a sturdier kind of happiness.

notes kind years

Also she signed away the right to self-destruct years ago. The fine print on the birth certificate, her friends call it.

birth self years

When God is a father, he is said to be elsewhere. When God is a mother, she is said to be everywhere.

mother said father

I like to write from midnight to dawn with great stores of candy and Red Bull laid in... I'm not sure why I have the work habits of a 20-year-old coder, but no matter how many times I set up a more reasonable schedule, I always fall back to this.

great red work fall

I can be bolder on the page, as a character. I can gnash my teeth, I can scream and yell, in a way that I'm perhaps too timid to do in real life.

i-can character life way

I felt like I could write about quiet, self-contained moments and also about those moments when the world rushes in again.

like moments quiet world