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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.
Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector
Age: 56 †
Born: 1920
Born: December 10
Died: 1977
Died: December 9
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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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So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
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