No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.
Clarice LispectorAnd now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.
Clarice Lispector