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“Earth showed her bounty by separating us into persons – we have repaid her by being nothing other than earth.”
― Clarice Lispector, Selected Crônicas

“We played at being afraid. They’re coming, she would exclaim. And we ran back and forth, our hearts filled with fearful blood because we didn’t know who was coming, from what direction, if there were many of them, or if it was just the one conjured up by the fear our voices awakened in us. They’re coming, they’re coming. We hid behind tree trunks. We would stand very still for a moment, then suddenly thrust our heads out from the side of the tree, quickly hiding again, as if each of us represented "they" for the other; we never knew who they were—they never arrived. When we emerged from behind the trunk and listened, there was nothing to be heard: only the breath of light and earth, and the air that dwelt on high.”
― Mercè Rodoreda, Death in Spring

“When he woke up his stomach hurt and he wanted to die. In the afternoon he went shopping.”
― Roberto Bolaño, 2666, Part 1: The Part About The Critics