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“Those who smoke, smoke. Those who do not, do not. But they all smoke.”
― Clarice Lispector, Selected Crônicas

“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

“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