A Breath of Life: Pulsations (New Directions Books)

by Clarice Lispector

I want to live many minutes within a single minute.

In every word a heart beats.

I feel as though I’ve already secretly achieved what I wanted and I still don’t know what I achieved. Could that be the somewhat dubious and elusive thing vaguely called “experience”?

I suffer more because I don’t say why I suffer.

Reality is more unattainable than God — because you cannot pray to reality.

I ask God: why others? And He answers me: why you?