Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.
Clarice LispectorWho has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
Clarice LispectorWhat I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.
Clarice Lispector