The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose
We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves. - Elena Ferrante
We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves.
- Elena Ferrante
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing. - Elena Ferrante
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.
The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose - Elena Ferrante
The fictional treatment of biographical material - a treatment that for me is essential - is full of traps. - Elena Ferrante
The fictional treatment of biographical material - a treatment that for me is essential - is full of traps.
I don't have any special passion for politics, it being a never-ending merry-go-round of bosses big and small, all generally mediocre. I actually fin… - Elena Ferrante
I don't have any special passion for politics, it being a never-ending merry-go-round of bosses big and small, all generally mediocre. I actually fin…
Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible. - Elena Ferrante
Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.
I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned. - Elena Ferrante
I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.
Writers, because they write, are condemned never to be readers of their own stories...The memory of first putting a story into words will always prev… - Elena Ferrante
Writers, because they write, are condemned never to be readers of their own stories...The memory of first putting a story into words will always prev…
Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell. - Elena Ferrante
Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.
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