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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.
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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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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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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Facts and particulars annoy me.
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