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Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

Clarice Lispector

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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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Helen Palmer
Teresa Quadros
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I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
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Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam | She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
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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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Facts and particulars annoy me.
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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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In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
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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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I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
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