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Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.
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But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.
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I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
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I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
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And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.
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Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.
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And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.
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So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
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I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.
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