Author: Clarice Lispector

Cited by

• Emily Perkins (1)
  • IN: The Forrests (2012) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And there is a physical bliss which cannot be compared to anything. The body is transformed into a gift. And one feels it is a gift because one is experiencing at source the unmistakable good fortune of material existence.
    FROM: State of Grace, (1973), NULL, Brazil
• Vendela Vida (1)
  • IN: The Diver's Clothes Lie Empty (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The only ones who could depart this civilization were those whose special role is to depart it: a scientist is given leave, a priest is given permission. But not a woman who doesn't even have the guarantees of a title. And I was fleeing, uneasily I was fleeing.
    FROM: The Passion According to G. H., (1964), Novel, Brazilian
• De Robertis, Carolina (1)
  • IN: The Invisible Mountain (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A silence so great that hopelessness is shamed. Mountains so high that hopelessness is shamed.
    FROM: Soulstorm, (1989), Novel, Brazil
• Miaojin Qiu (2)
  • IN: Last Words from Montmartre (1996) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Her earlier youth seemed as strange to her as a disease of life. Little by little she had emerged and discovered that one could even live without happiness, and in abolishing happiness she had encountered a legion of invisible people nearby, who lived as one works -- with perseverance, determination, and joy. What had happened to Ana before having a family was forever beyond her reach: an unsettled exaltation that had so often been confused with an unstainable elation. In exhange she had finally created something she could understand -- an adult life. And thus it was as she had wanted and chosen.
    FROM: "Love", (1960), Short Story, Brazil
• Elise Levine (1)
  • IN: Blue Field (2017) Thriller, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.
    FROM: The Hour of the Star, (1977), Novel, Brazil
• P. A. O'Reilly (1)
  • IN: The Wonders (2015) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
    FROM: The Hour of the Star, (1977), Novel, Brazil