Jessica

“People can't help what they feel. It's what they do that counts”
― Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved

“Who knows their own story? Certainly it makes no sense when we are living in the midst of it. It's all just clamor and confusion. It only becomes a story when we tell it and retell it. Our small precious recollections that we speak again and again to ourselves and to others, first creating the narrative of our lives and then keeping the story from dissolving into darkness.”
― Nick Cave

“I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.”
― Deborah Levy, Hot Milk

“We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off.”
― Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men