Clarice Lispector
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Clarice Lispector (December 10, 1920 – December 9, 1977) was a Brazilian writer. Acclaimed internationally for her innovative novels and short stories, she was also a journalist and a translator. A legendary figure in Brazil, renowned for her uncommon and unique writing style, her great personal beauty —— the American translator Gregory Rabassa recalled being "flabbergasted to meet that rare person who looked like Marlene Dietrich and wrote like Virginia Woolf," —— and her eccentric personality, Clarice is now considered (with João Guimarães Rosa) one of the two most outstanding Brazilian prose writers of the twentieth century.
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- Perhaps I have not been made for the pure, expansive waters, but for those which are small and readily accesible. And perhaps my craving for another source, which gives me the expression of someone in search of food, perhaps this craving is a whim - and nothing more. Yet surely those rare moments of self-confidence, of blind existence, of happiness as intense and serene as an organ playing - surely those moments prove that I am capable of fulfilling my quest and that this longing which consumes my whole being is not merely some whim? Moreover, that whim is the truth!
- At first she dreamed of sheep, of going to school, of cats drinking milk. Little by little she dreamed of blue sheep, of going to school in the middle of the woods, of cats drinking milk from golden saucers. And her dreams became increasingly dense and acquired colours that were difficult to dilute into words.
- 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.
- An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights
- There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.
- An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights
- I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.
- Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?
- I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.
- Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.
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- Was that, then, the way we do things? 'Not knowing?' - was that the way the most profound things happened? ...Was the secret of never escaping from the greater life the secret of living like a sleepwalker?
- When you love there is no need to understand what goes on outside yourself, because everything will happen within us.
- I like poisons, the slowest
and drinks, the strongest
and coffee, the bitterest
and the craziest hallucinations.
You can even throw me off a cliff, I'll say:
So what? I love to fly
