"...she's stuck to my skin like some sticky treacle or black mud" (13).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
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"...she's stuck to my skin like some sticky treacle or black mud" (13).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"And I want to accept my freedom without thinking what so many do, that existing is something for fools, a case of madness. Because that's what it seems like. Existing isn't logical" (12).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"I too, from one failure to the next have reduced myself to myself..." (10).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"No, it's not easy to write. It's as hard as breaking rocks. But sparks and splinters fly like flashing steel" (10).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"...we live exclusively in the present because it is always eternally today and tomorrow will be a today, eternity is the state of things at this very moment" (10).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"So don't expect stars in what's coming: nothing will twinkle, this is opaque material and by its very nature despised by everyone" (8).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"They don't even realize how easily substitutable they are and that they could just as soon drop off the face of the earth" (6).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"...one day I shall live here the life of a molecule with its possible bang of atoms" (5).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.
"If instead of a period it were followed by ellipses, the title would be open to possible imaginings of yours, perhaps even depraved and pitiless" (5).
Lispector, Clarice, and Benjamin Moser. The Hour of the Star. New York, New Directions, 2011.