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I work only with lost and founds.
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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Chechelnik
Helen Palmer
Teresa Quadros
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Facts and particulars annoy me.
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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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Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.
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You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.
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My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.
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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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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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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 hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
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Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.
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I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
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No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
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I write to save someone's life, probably my own
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The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.
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How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?
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Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.
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I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.
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I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.
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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?
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