“ It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep. Clarice Lispector
“ There are indestructible things that accompany the body to death as if they had been born with it. And one of them is what is created between a man and a woman who have experienced certain moments tog… Clarice Lispector
“ I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in da… Clarice Lispector
“ In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness. Clarice Lispector
“ I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction? Clarice Lispector
