I can see that my story lacks depth. I find it exhausting to have to describe things.
— Lispector, The Hour of the Star (tr. G. Pontiero)
I can see that my story lacks depth. I find it exhausting to have to describe things.
— Lispector, The Hour of the Star (tr. G. Pontiero)
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
– Kafka