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“For each one of us and at some lost moment of life—is a mission announced that we must accomplish? I however refuse any mission. I won’t accomplish anything: I just live.
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Do I not have a plot to my life? for I am unexpectedly fragmentary. I am piecemeal. My story is living. And I have no fear of failure. Let failure annihilate me, I want the glory of falling. My crippled angel who contorts all elusive, my angel who fell from the heavens to the hell where he lives savoring evil.”
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“The night of today looks at me with torpor, verdigris and lime. I want inside this night that is longer than life, I want, inside this night, life raw and bloody and full of saliva.”
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“At half past three in the morning I woke up. And immediately elastic I
jumped out of bed. I came to write you. I mean: be. Now it’s half past five. I
want nothing: I am pure. I don’t wish this solitude on you. But I myself am
in the creating fog. Lucid darkness, luminous stupidity.”
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“I 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 Lispector, The Stream of Life