“She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.” FirstsStillsSometimesHandsLightDifficultRoomsLonelyOneselfCupsDelicateRepetitionInhale Author:Kate Zambreno
“I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already ended, as a sort of rough draft for another? I think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light ... I have a wife and two daughters, my wife's health is delicate and so on and so on, and if I had to begin life all over again I would not marry. ... No, no!” IfsThinkingTryingTwoUseLightRoomsWonderKnowingWifeFlowerDaughterMy WifeRepeatsRoughDelicateTwo DaughtersRough Drafts Book:The Three Sisters Source: The Three Sisters