Helosï

“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

“A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.”
― Henry Miller, The Books in My Life

“This text that I give you is not to be seen close up: it gains its secret previously invisible roundness when seen from a high-flying plane. Then you can divine the play of islands and see the channels and seas. Understand me: I write you an onomatopoeia, convulsion of language. I’m not transmitting to you a story but just words that live from sound. I speak to you thus:
“Lustful trunk.”
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar: A Novel Classic