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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.

Clarice Lispector

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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
Journalist
Model
Novelist
Screenwriter
Translator
Writer
Chechelnik
Helen Palmer
Teresa Quadros
Intuition
Vast
Sadness
Fruit
Following
Distances
Distance
Splendor
Word
Savage
Without
Savages

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I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
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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 write to save someone's life, probably my own
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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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Facts and particulars annoy me.
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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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Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
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