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We have avoided falling on our knees before the first of us who, out of love say: you are afraid….

We have disguised with the little fear the great greater fear and that is why we never talk about what really mattered …

– Clarice Lispector –

Ph : Jack Davison

I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that makes death. Long live the dead because we live in them.

– Clarice Lispector – Breath of life

Ph : Jack Davison

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce – which is called passion.

– Clarice Lispector –

Why tell you I’ll scare you and lose you? but if I do not speak I will lose myself, and by losing myself I would lose you.

– Clarice Lispector –

She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed

– Clarice Lispector –

I do not know much but there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.

– Clarice Lispector –

What I can not say is more important than what I say.

– Clarice Lispector –

Ph : Jack Davison

I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

– Raymond Carver –

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Edward Ka-Spel & Philippe Petit – Subterranean Homesick

Though I have said that I envy the normal man to the last drop of my bile, yet I should not care to be in his place such as he is now (though I shall not cease envying him). No, no; anyway the underground life is more advantageous. There, at any rate, one can … Oh, but even now I am lying! I am lying because I know myself that it is not underground that is better, but something different, quite different, for which I am thirsting, but which I cannot find! Damn underground!

Fyodor Dostoyevsky – Notes from Underground –

When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.

– Margaret Atwood – The Blind Assassin

Ph : Michael Donovan