We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves.
We lie in order to tolerate our existence and, most of all, we lie to ourselves. - Elena Ferrante
- 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. - 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.
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing. - Elena Ferrante
Anonymity lets me concentrate exclusively on writing.
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.
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.
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…
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…
The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose - Elena Ferrante
The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose
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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