"I went to sleep somewhat sad. But I awoke happy, purely animal. When I opened the bedroom windows and looked out onto the cool, calm garden in the first rays of sunlight, I was certain there was nothing to do but live." - Clarice Lispector
". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate, a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the
horizon of shimmering deserts."
- Vladimir Nabokov