In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
Clarice LispectorI want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
Clarice LispectorEverything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.
Clarice LispectorI have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, itโs because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.
Clarice Lispector