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“Quero ser lida em profundidade e não como distração, porque não leio os outros para me distrair mas para compreender, para me comunicar. Não quero ser distraída.”
― Hilda Hilst, Fico besta quando me entendem: Entrevistas com Hilda Hilst

“You are mistaken, Mr Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner."
She saw him start at this, but he said nothing, and she continued,
"You could not have made me the offer of your hand in an possible way that would have tempted me to accept it."
Again his astonishment was obvious; and he looked at her with an expression of mingled incredulity and mortification. She went on.
"From the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed upon to marry."
"You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and now have only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“Quem és? Perguntei ao desejo.
Respondeu: lava. Depois pó. Depois nada.”
― Hilda Hilst, Do Desejo

“Primeiro você precisa saber a sua própria língua de uma maneira absoluta. Depois, esquecer que sabe a língua e começar tudo de novo, para dar aquele passo novo na língua. Do contrário, você seria uma pessoa formal, escrevendo muito bem, mas uma coisa chatérrima. Portanto, é todo um processo de construir e destruir. Isso leva anos e, quando você está velhinho, parece que aí você consegue escrever mais ou menos bem. Quando se está com aquelas manchas nas mãos, que aparecem com os anos e que eu chamo de "as flores do sepulcro".”
― Hilda Hilst, Fico besta quando me entendem: Entrevistas com Hilda Hilst