Writing, then, is the way followed by someone who uses words like bait: a word fishing for what is not a word. When that non-word—the whatever’s between the lines—bites the bait, something’s been written. Once the between the lines has been hooked, you can throw the word away with relief. But there the analogy ends: the non-word, in biting the bait, incorporates it. What saves you, then, is to write absent-mindedly.

I don’t want to have the terrible limitation of the person who lives only by what can be made to make sense. Not I, no: what I want is an invented truth.

Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life 

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